despite what you
do each and everyday,
sometimes you can't
help but paint your
self into that
proverbial corner.
you see exactly where
you are going, backing
up with brush in hand,
paint can at your feet.
trapped in your own
undoing, your own
hurried need to get it
done, and there
you are, but strangely
you find the patience
to let it all dry,
and then walk out.
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