Blood Red Clouds Under a Black Hole

Drifting slowely on a dull morning,

black hole sucking brightly,

stasis static,

resistance tacit,

normal what is not,

surreal seeping through the cracks,

the inner wall cracked,

let out the tigers and dragons to roam the skies and mountains,

before the ever pulling finishes all.

Author: Sam

I'm a multi-media artist, working with drawing, painting, textiles and motion expression, I have been living in Asia for the last 6 years, I'm originally from Wales, in the UK. I am available for commissions and creating animated films for commercial, educational and entertainment projects.

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