a paint bucket on a stool, middle of the room
thaws
tips
s p i l l s
(what was the floor)
with the release of emotion shattering
splatters sadly spread
32 colors grow toward the walls
and slowly engulf them,
until everything becomes a liquid mess
smooth in two dimensions
running
up,
up,
up
each drip a rising sun
lines pulling infinity in, in in in in in inin
(condenses)
becomes a black ceiling spot
begins to drip a spool of silk
which widens into diamond downpours
forever filling