Paint splatters.
The Paintbrush is held by the most high,
With a mighty swing the paint splashes from the brush,
To the canvas we call Earth.
Some of these Splatters rise up and become human.
Bipedal, homo sapiens, men and women.
They grow, they live here on this canvas we call Earth.
Every color is represented here.
This is a universal city of the past, the present and the future.
Everybody lives, here on this painted earth.
We live, we breathe, we cry, we die.
Here in this paint splattered Earth.
Red paint lies gleaming on sidewalks.
Blue pigment splashes down and scrubs clean the night.
Yellows pool under ancient street lamps