Cyanosis

In the presence of mortality, we find the beauty of art. A cyan-hued skull, a masterpiece of human craft, Sits poised on a pedestal, a symbol of what remains. The artist, a visionary, with sunglasses worn, Observes his creation, a reflection of his form. The white shirt, a canvas, a backdrop for his art, A watch on his wrist, a measure of time's gentle start. The yellow bracelet, a splash of color, a hint of play, As he contemplates the skull, in a world of disarray. The glass sculpture, a marvel of technique and skill, A dance of light and shadow, a story to fulfill. In this moment, we find the intersection of life and death, A celebration of the human spirit, in all its breadth. The artist's gaze, a window to his soul, A reflection of the beauty, that makes us whole.