cryptic canvas
Here lies on the ground a sunset scene
Red hues smeared with the grass green
The sun was close to hugging its horizon deep
But instead hugged an invisible white
He was set to embrace the white hills
So he locked the knob and made the kill
To kill his past would mean future thrills
But instead thrusts him into present freight
He did, not set, but fell head first
First time the picture was rough, a...
