4 Skies - Arto Lindsay, Brian Eno, Amedeo Pace

One sky was orange

Some skies are grey

Or a deep dark blue

That gave blue its name

A sky like a room

At the top of a house

A most violent sky

Hanging low over water

I need a way

To say «you're scorching»

A seething, crumpled, teeming sky

One sky on stage

Heathen and round

Heat removes

What was left of sound

Braiding two snakes

Cover clouds with your arm

Black hair turning red

Sunset on a sweater…

Why do we feel

Like it might break?

A seething, crumpled, teeming sky