all the wonders of the world
when the honorable lady gray sat on sweet saffron she looked away from the seven seas and focused her stare on you. she is rich in metaphors and can name each picasso with a glance. she is sand that glitters, she is a grandfather clock with a polished pendulum. she looked at you and coughed up blood. she is the grit that pulls nail from finger. who is it that can paint me? who is it that reaches into the underbelly of the sun?