The Pointalist's Paintbrush by Adam Parry

No technology in my theology
no God in my wayward lines, that take
shape with every mistake. No Devil
in the perfection of my undimmed need.
A watchful waiting for the sun to rise again,
in a silent unsung day.
A long time warring over conflicting dawns
a step outside and with a white brush edged with grey -
the artist remakes the Moon.