Sky-Colored Inscription Poem by Denis Mair

Inscriptions borrow colors of sky and earth, which are the mediums in which they transpire.

Distinguishability is bestowed on them by the purity of a weathered wall.

A grand letter is shaped like a scarf cut loose, riding on currents of air.

Time slows down as its shape evolves in a single expressive gesture.

The inscriptions are hovering around it, stirred by eddies of a different magnitude.

The sun that is the source of all breezes is highlighted as an idea.

Beyond that is a more ethereal source, only reachable by philosophical striving.