Sailor Lens

In vertigo, painting.

overhead view of sea waves

We had looked long enough in the too-bright noon to lose all track of shadow. What followed was pure color on crude surfaces, free of descriptive weight, the greens no longer grass but the breath of something wild. Unable to answer, we stood before it. Shining.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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