Ghosts Sat Down to Paint

...With much ancestral barking, and

loaded quieting, the ghosts sat down

to paint.

Color renounced the spectrum...

blanching their translucent shrouds

as the the firmament flailed maniacally,

bludgeoning the telltale signs of lives

painted by number.

A fractal engorged upon itself...the

ghosts foisted their vision.

As refracted tunnel lights upon the 

cylcopic eye of a subway train...from

front to rear.

Went through both ends of the tunnel,

broad daylight...broadening, and 

broadening--till the ghosts sat down to

paint...tethered color snapped loose.

Konstantinos Mark