the grey sun shines |
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oil on canvas
The Grey Sun Shines the grey sun shines should fields that be amber be silver dull and baleful marbled is a stream that has its darkened crevices where water rats are to be plying ripples their whiskers twiddly and tentative the pale man of skies is hiding things from distance and the truth of hue and bloom of pigmentation in a brighter land the colours trumpet and its herald should be the fisher king but this annulled regent will not talk in anticipation of the guarded cup of life its speaking before and as of mobile consequence its many liquids have their stories and their songs one example four square the cap of black revenge sits upon its mantle the fisher king is darkness all about its inner corpus self veined and porous though the heart is scarlet and the veins are indigo yet it is manufactured grey malevolent and intractable much as the greyness of the painted distant helios it radiates its bitterness down upon an otherwise benign green scape that wishes that its dull orbit were deep beneath the river and that the one true amber Sol, the cauldron of the suns, might shine and peal its trumpet colours upon a blighted land
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