A thin sheet forms the skin that holds back tears.
No one knows what the chemical is which bubbles up as majesty.
Colors with power enough to take your breath away,
changing on a canvas which no camera has lens enough to understand,
on a certain dusk, at a certain place, in a thousand lands.
And you lose yourself in the foreground,
wondering which part is observer and which part is observed.
This moment is all there is.