There's a hole in the wall where I stare out at space
Somehow it always leaves a bad taste
As I watch the colors of blue and purple and gold chase
Each other into the folds of that which Darkness soon  has replaced
Often pausing long enough to call it's Bluff
By slinging the remnants of an artist's watercolor palette
To coat in disregard the days dying light through cotton fluff
Or a mad array of angles mean and twisted that as yet
No abstract artists has met
matched least surpassed
With equivocal skill the hands of time lay waste with hues
A pastel haze of grey's pulling down Velvet black amassed
With the billions of twinkling lights that dreams Infuse
Of all those who lay under staring with wonder and awe
Into the Infinity of time and space in all its awesome grace
Of absolute imperfection without a single flaw
Eternity from first spark to modernity all wrapped in God's embrace