Speak, Poet.

We are alive in amazing times; delicate hearts, diabolical minds.

A short poem dedicated to Michael.

nomakeup:

Michaelangelo

lying on his back

shoulder blades pressed

against the salty wood

of the scaffold

painted and slept

in the same place.

Scaffold was removed

after he had finished.

Half the masterpiece

is gone.

YES. Kristen Tomanocy, folks

(Source: warpaintetiquette)