Art
That's what this is
Not the kind
That you throw paint
Carelessly
Over a white
Canvas
But the kind
That you spend hours thinking about
Before you press
oh, so, gently
pencil to paper
with guidelines
then pictures
Then outlined in pen
Colored in
Shaded
Until it's
Perfected
The kind that
Erasers wear away
Holes in the middle
Because guidelines aren't perfect
Guidelines aren't right
Toss it
Away
Start over fresh.

No
I'm not the paper
Thrown away
Torn apart
I'm not the pencil
Sharpened to
Nothingness
I'm not the eraser
Rubbed off
No more
Nor the Pen
Ink dried...

I am the picture
The art, overall
Perfect it and you see me
You get me
Forever