Sistine Chapel

I, Michelangelo was fair game amongst human animalia...

until I latched upon the vault of Heaven.

In light of total Absorption...I betook to throngs of glory--

I became a lidless eye, trillion-handed.

All I beheld for four years unblinkingly, was undrunk paint

from plaster drip off a human form, stretching and stretching 

to macrocosmic proportion.

It's as if I were painting through a black hole, poised upon

the whitest of emergence.

As it were, upon that ceiling prior to brushstroke there's only

the black of unrealized vision...ravenous blackbirds at their

feeder--then suddenly, the palms of angels cup them...that

they may eat out of them.

I could hear my name glide through: past/present/future...

for I peopled a Heaven, a Hell's dynamic tension--it was

given that I take it upon myself.

That eyes shall look above and know man is more than man,

woman is more than woman...it was given that I situate Us.

Feature the unending moment of creation as chaos harmonizes

upon this ceiling.

Color is so strange...it's immediately superior to my most

creative application--I become the color I apply, as the outlines

of the forms they take become beautiful illusions.

Naturally I worship the outlines of these forms, but neighboring 

forms bleed-in so quickly I experience an ecstatic union...countless

times a day the paintbrush falls from my hand.

To that which I've supposed likeness...likeness I paint--I give you

suspended animation, the non local no time of NOW!

Rome was built in a day--I shrunk it down to an Adam...then split

him!!!

Konstantinos Mark