March 6th, in conversation with painting

I knew what I was thinking the entire time that I did this, you knew what I wanted you to become.

The story changed over and over but didn't I say that before - language is so malleable? - just as the colour-form (if any) are traces of the conversation.

You will never know what I wanted it to look like

It got so heavy, I just deemed it done - now you hang.

so heavy and low - stained and carrying it all, that's a lot of weight (get it?)

insert whatever you want there, again...

I knew what I meant to say and you will always hear and see something else.

of course I didn't know what you would look like

but I kept the vision of what I wanted in my head

though soft/ spongy malleable-shiftable

all it takes is "somebody"

and some silence.