Spray Paint

24thOct. × ’09

A picture is made
(like sand leaves a hand
in a rush).

Fits and decisions,
triggers and deliberation—
why does what spread where?
How can you
contain that thought?

The marks you make
stay
pieces of paint
permeate permanence
particle by particle
paving
towards the future.

Flecks of kindness
chips at cruelty
patience
pursuit
etched
in each moment
inked
(nothing wasted).

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