a knock
and the palette spills all over
almost perfectly
the colours spill
liminalities abound
mixing in hues
yet distinct lines sound
red oozes; unseen not forgotten
blue bleeds; untold not unseen
green splashes; unstoppable not felt
white evaporates; unconditional not ungrateful
black stains; undermined not abandoned
mindless rubbing
endless scrubbing
the palette; an entropy
the spaces; an emptiness
the edges; an end.
An end-trophy
or an entropy?
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