impromptu...

Before getting into the act
Should've with my shadows on the walls made a pact
Not to cross certain lines
Not to play with brushes mine
Over the sheet of paper laid
Before me...shouldn't have painted it red...

Before signing in with frantic bravado
Should have kept a count of shadows
Of me falling everywhere...
Being flash gunned from every angle fair...

But the act is done...
Painting by me with all its redness
Now can never be turned
Into something gray...sombre...pale...
The birth of a fountain had been ordained
And it would rise to meet its height without fail...


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