Art’s Finale

Behold,
The dread of the Master Stroke,
Which completes that pointless Masterpiece.
The Purpose of expression is meaning conveyed,
Tampered by turbulent and Death defiant,
Feeling.
A mastery of the arts requires no pride,
For that which will be spilt anyway,
Should have been let go yesterday.
The demon of all Arts is Attachment,
Cancelling a Master’s pursuit of his Masterpiece,
Holding him back by dread of that Master Stroke,
Which restores the Truth upon Art’s Finale,
Giving Everything to that meaningless Masterpiece,
Leaving the Great Master with…
Nothing.