The older I got, the more it made sense.
When I was a child
(like, real innocent no-nothing kid)
I thought it was of the moon.
Black sky, starless encloaks a grey horizon. There are details there, if you look close enough.
When I lay dying in a mental hospital still high and certain it was the end, that painting covered the backs of my eyelids and I dreamed the dream of the dead.
You see, he put the black over the grey.