The grey disease of ordinary

is infecting souls,

seeping in and flooding

the dank territory

between action and thought.

 

And between thought and action

I will bring my noble cause

and launch my own infection

of glorious energy rising with

the colours of the evening sky.

 

For I will not let the grey disease creep in,

or find its way into the crevices of this heart,

and in the gap, ever so tiny,

between thought and action,

and action and thought,

only the painter’s pallette

will survive.

 

21/11/2017