In Esoteric Zones - XXIV

Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone, Grey like a mist veiled monument he towers As though of nameless realms the boundary stone About which circle distant starry hours. He seems the center around which stars glow While all earth's ostentations surge below.

Immovably and silently he stands Placed where the confused current ebbs and flows; Past fathomless dark depths that he commands A shallow generation drifting goes. vivid colors, in Gouache Style, Watercolor, Epic Impressionist Maximalist Masterpiece, fine Brush Strokes, Impasto Gouache, fine layers ...