Becoming Sane
Franz Marc's Fighting Forms
imagine the poor man
his eyes dimming his ears clouding
colour draining from the sky
movement stiffening in the trees
descending
from prickly elevation to prosaic daily sludge
in the grey city in the grey century
on concrete, on ring roads, underpasses
encircled
death’s breath upon him
Qunfuz 
Awe
I can imagine the painting you drew with words. Wait a minute; I can even hear the successive crescendo of tires approaching the bridge while leaning on the pylon in the underpass.
Well done.
Ps. Please email me about the journal you are editing. I can’t guarantee reliability, but I’ll try my best.
SYRIN HAMSTER
October 3, 2011 at 11:30 pm