In black windows beyond the sunlights waning
In total darkness a man stood a-painting
He painted with a hand that was not his own
With colorless hues of a world unknown
His trembling hands may betray his wise
In the the grandeur of sight only fools trust the light
For in darkness every world is equal in its eyes
In the blackest of black he sees them swirl
The nebulous colors by the cosmic hand
Its brush painting upon his eyes
The slithering shadows of the unknown land
As the old colors fade and the new paint dries
The man who blindly painted with the known
Now paints on a canvas whose edges have hungry grown
In white windows beyond the slithering dark
A wet and lonesome canvas stood stark
A dirty palette and brush lie forlorn on the floor
No painter in sight who to his art he swore
An uncanny shriek rings beyond his room
For whatever colors, if colors they be
A murmuring slither now seeps deep and free
30th November, 2025