I had pictures I wanted to paint
Mind perfect and powerful
They always stopped at the wrist
Like my hand was a bloody stump
It was hand-failure hateful
I punched the errant hand against a wall
That hand pushed me over the edge
(I swear I heard it laughing
Failure is building a house of cards in the teeth of a gale
It’s trying to trap the oceanin a pail
Failing your own child,
To betray or abandon him
By claiming you had to
Watch out! Your sorrows will come hometo roost
Trust me, they’ll haunt you
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