The day has come,
but the sun didn't rise.
Instead came the moon,
on the wings of a crow,
up over the horizon,
a jagged horizontal line
of mountains and eyeballs.
I can see the plant-life between
the slits in the window screen,
crawling up the side of the house,
begging for sunlight.
None shall pour.
Finished my drawing, I think it turned out really well. Sorta I wanted to illustrate the birth of order and universe from molecular and imaginary chaos (since molecules and imagination are some of the most chaotic things I can picture), and I also pictured writing a story within the lines of my inking about the journey of life and civilization. Me-thinks I did this very well.
None shall pour.
Twisted sideways, staring blankly,
an eye for an eye,
a tentacle for a fist.
This is my world,
and welcome to it.
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