Imaginary Painting

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Aquatint burned
white by the sun,
I will paint
your colours again

Restore what has been
erased by fire
bring back your
condemned images.

Look, the unicorn
behind the moonboat,
only a white horn
proud of the night-sea,

One last slender
connection with the sky:
lightning-rod
of righteous anger.

Cataclysm rips
nature apart:
the ice-horse without
likeness or consort?

He sails behind
the ship of the world
strange, too wild
to ride the hold.

His perfection a curse
on the rest of us;
his dream, to strike
the titanic ark.

Nothing will survive
of the vaunted race:
disaster will sheer
the iron ship tonight.

 
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