popsicle sticks scatter the board
one by one the spaces grow
perfecting the maze of life
the spaces in which to crawl
white lines smear the light
imperfections so beautiful
fingernails blackened by love
hearts bleeding from above
the world drips into me
this way
kitchen sink barren
music fluttering the room
the sound of growth
slowly crackle
happiness once again
seemingly appears
childlike we play
but we won’t be saved
the night young as this love
so much darkness still to come
guess I’ll just keep going
Until this paint runs dry
Squeezing the tube of life
Making another smear
Blotting canvas
Creating life
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