I can feel it            the undeserved derivation 

from darkness            the welcome light

                          through disbelief a light 

on fire 

like some flame sketched 

in burnt oak I                                                   seek

advice from the great grey sky

and full

black muck like mucus

comes sloughing off the brain 

as wasted paint

that never did match the colour

of the world the moment leaves

 

Thank you