Season II. § 7.

BEVELED. COVERED WITH A GRAY DUST

Beveled. Covered with a gray dust.
Trampled by time. Thick.
I can’t go back.
All that remains is to crawl to the sound.
Crawl to the light. Flash.
A fluorescent green. A fluorescent orange.
An old broken milk carton, dulled.
Half a dozen fingers and lips.
And then, a steady hand,
Lifting a canvas, slowly, from the ground.
From the dust.

Edition: 1 of 1

Medium: JPG

Size: 4500 x 6000 px

NFT: foundation.app

Year: 2022