Sky on Fire — hypocritepoet

Sky on Fire — hypocritepoet

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion. Someone set the sky on fire. Just now— in those grey-dark moments before the day begins, a match was struck, a tiny ember glowing. In minutes it flared into a red-hot blaze, burning through the eastern clouds. Pastels spread, then yellow, orange, red, indigo, violet— a spectrum spilling wide. No gavel will ever fall on this masterpiece. The artist sketched it in a breath, then cast it into being, a gi…