Colors revolve dressing and undressing. I lash them with fury stark white with iron black harsh red with blue marble green with bright orange and only gold remains naked. I roar with joy. Black-footed ferrets disappear into holes. The sun tattooed on my back begins to spin faster and faster whirring whirring throwing out a glory of sparks.
Sparks shoot off into space sparks into shooting stars.
Shooting stars collide with comets. Naked colors explode into Red Disaster. I crash out through a window naked wide-spread upon a Heliosaurus. I uproot an obelisk and plunge it into the ink-pot of the Black Sea. I write the word SUN across the dreary palimpsest of the world.