Grey, dead-grey & black are the requisite composites of this composition; sad Durer had looked too long in mirrors, seen too many vicious invocations 5 of the holy hand upon the plainest blades of grainy growing grass. Poor Durer he has seen too many hollow olive eyes; has stared too much at the imported monotone African masks filled brimming and still ringing 10 with authentic bellowing sighs and horror-filled innocent tears from behind the widening whites of the eyes. Pitying Durer in the savage dark of accustomed thought saw the red in black.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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