Today I am inspired by three Friends, a Singer, a Painter, the Sons and Daughters of Humankind.

“The Three Desolates in Sight,

A multitude of dwellings readied for sand and clay,

The Foundlings.

A block made by Humankind, its breathing within.

First it’s blow an astonishment,

The building Hammer swift and unyielding for the Second strike.

Those that move around with camels make ancient cakes,

Feet sprout downwards strong as fig roots into the ground.

Palatial Grasses overgrow Dusts by the Water from its Rivers old.

Smiles are The Starry Night,

Peoples of the Vineyards and their Storehouses gather,

Trees spring forth for The Yellow Moon.

Their long necks are made happy,

As Thorns are gathered up for dung.

Even The Horned One recovers and the Grey Tail finds peace.”

– ‘The Foundlings‘ poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, Copyright © 9th February 2017.