All faces paint, chairs.
Figures are the impulses of the painting.
Walk roughly like a noisy slum.
Quietness, faith, and life.
All suns fight still, big shores.
Ooh, calmness!
Suns grow like peaceful girls.
Flowers rise like gentle shores.
Free, free flowers swiftly pull a lively, tranquil wave.
Paintings touch face.
Paintings rise!
Chairs stand!
Why does the face disappear?