Emulation
For ladislav guderna
Does the image eat
Does the word drink
Does the brush itself think.
On the fingertips
A shadow, a river
And moisture capable of giving birth
To living things.
Make money not love
Says the motto
And the oil rises up
In a pasture of thoughts
Breaking through the crust
To blink on the untrodden.
The image does not eat
The word does not drink
The brush does not think
But they keep hungering for a man
Benighted on the road
In the core of his eyes
A reverence, a hair
And a rill of ire.
SULFUR 
Thank you!
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