10 October
Creating in thick strokes,
Which are never cautious enough
To allow the paint to spread thinly –
Only moving impetuously
To attain what is wanted when its wanted.
It’s never bright enough,
Or there is never enough water.
Still, we just paint and paint –
Creating our worlds
With lazy hands,
Providing desires on a whim,
And shading the danger so it never is seen.
Satellites in the System 