Movement: In Red Sharp
How many coats will it take to paint my mind
secure? I am
of brushes. You show me
two, but cannot decide if share is the idea[l] you
are looking for.
[action into] my own hands. Submerging
them in abstraction.
of ho and hum. I abhor
such unsubstantial gore, but concede
to your need
for self. Sacrifice,
it seems, is my shade.
At least when it mixes [to match]
your latest need.