I Dreamed My Genesis

I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel Rammed in the marching heart, hole In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled Death on the mouth that ate the gas. Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest Of hemlock and the blades, rust My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing My second struggling from the grass. I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen Twice in the feeding sea, grown Stale of Adam"s brine until, vision Of new man strength, I seek the sun. (Dylan Thomas) **** Nekaj novega - kombinacija airbrushinga, fotk in 3d rendrov. Probavam nove stvari, mogoce bodo fajn, mogoce ne ... zato me zanimajo vasa mnenja...