The Rabbit

I look at your art and I see your soul
Your soul is my soul and my soul is yours
You're the peace that exists beneath my fingertips
My fingertips graze your electric skin
Your skin is art.

Art is a rabbit.
A rabbit knows only to run.
Run steady if you wish to catch a glimpse.
A glimpse is all the rabbit can stand to give.

To give your soul to the rabbit is art.
Art doesn't ask for anything.
Anything is what I would do for your electricity.
Electricity awakens the soul.
The soul is art.