The Artist?

The first thing I would do is paint the sky,

From well behind the stars,

Where clouds are no longer,

And the cosmos, fall apart,

When all the planets have washed away, I would start,

I would breathe in,

And then breathe out,

And only when there is no doubt, I would feel the warm air,

And the gentle, flowery breeze,

And begin to make the coastline,

Exactly how I please,

Perfect Hollywood Hallelujah,

Then to the ocean,

The sea,

Imagine all the beautiful things that there, could come to be,

Then I would dive down,

In some brassy beast,

To bathe the cracked diving glass,

And in looking out, see

The blood-red coral grave.