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