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AN INTERPRETATION OF A PAINTING
BY AN UNKNOWN ARTIST

by Papa Osmubal

 

His landscape is without moon and sun

Because it is without night and morning

 

Everything he wants to tell  is frozen in the future

In the warm womb of time waiting to burst

 

His flowers and trees are all cyan

because they grow at an unknown hour