Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Throw a ball in the sky watch it hang call it moon.
Spit and smear,
Call them clouds and enjoy the rain.
Grab the lightness from beating hearts,
Splatter it over blue and call it sun.
Take away the sun and endure darkness.
Accept darkness.
Accept poverty.
Accept starvation.
Accept the painting.

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