An experiment in photorealism. The computer screen contains a poem that I wrote:
He had no mouth, nor eyes, nor legs
And yet he sang, and wept, and danced
About the things that he has seen
And of the prison he had been
About the grass, and rain, and beams
And of the one within his dreams
The one that called him struck of stars
The only one dared touch his scars
Who had rose petals for a pony
And moved like only god himself could make her worry
But as the night crawled out of bed
And when he realized he was dead
Then only one thing left to do
Before his red-haired wakes up too
To send a prayer to all the heavy-hearted fellows
And all the silver-eyed wolves lurking in the meadows
He said at least I tried, at least I cared
At least I outshine all the living dead
At least I met her between nightmares
He said at least I gave it all, you black-tailed monsters