Movement:  In Red Sharp
 
How many coats will it take to paint my mind
secure?  I am
                        all out
of brushes.  You show me
two, but cannot decide if share is the idea[l] you
are looking for.
                           I take
[action into] my own hands.  Submerging
them in abstraction.
                                 Hues
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.


A.J. Huffman