eclipse Posted October 11, 2011 Share Posted October 11, 2011 As a frog I cannot paint or draw but here below the water I hear the faint echo of Michelangelo's song. How long left for my kind?-can man not use art to find perspective?. I feel the rush from the artistry of natures brush and despair at the constant crush from the machines of man. I have seen the ghosts walking across the waters here whispering names into the ghostly flames of candles they pass the spirits of the hunted- each with a claim -a right to life. Michelangelo's spectre visited me and told of how he walks across the Sistine chapel roof letting his tears fall through to the eyes of the faces on the ceiling, he comes here to gather fruit that falls from the phantom trees. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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