a prayer.

seven shades. seven shades of black spill into by canvase. every one as qunic and utterly im perfect as the last. defining all inchich i am. they are the face to the what you could never. defined on paper with a shiny gloss, an image poured out of light, then made perfect with vingar and acid. the water is always running the a blood red room. closing your eye. no sight is needed to know that the black and the whites will prove perfection. the shades make face. skulls. the very matter that makes the eye blink. cuts to the soul then flows into the light and lays down on paper waiting for the chemicals to trap in its light.