“Eyes Lifted High” - Rosalina.
The eyes lifted high as though a priest during consecration. A sullen look across the pale face. The skin as if it were a template. The eyes as if silently saying, “ Father into your hands I command my soul.” The colors move me: the Reds, the Greens, and the Blues. Thinking about the passion in a different way.
“Agony and pain”- Emin.
Agony and pain is what I feel looking down from the tree they nailed me to. The soldiers jeer at me. As I look down, I see my mother. A pure soul. And my brother, the one I love. Take care of one another. Mother, behold your son; son, behold your mother.
“Giants and men”- Nelson
I stand tall before giants and men like David in times of old: with a sling and a stone.
“I do not wait”- Fletch.
I do not wait for man or beast. The stern face of the man. The eyes full of anger and rage. His lips bleeding as if he were in a fight. The sound of the bell. The beat of his heart. And the final blow.