http://www.booooooom.com/2009/12/31/artist-painter-nick-lepard/#more-14144
Whatever beneath some material we lay. Like broken stripes of light we hover before refracting and as I had always thought, we never stop bending. Even smudged by matter and building our layers slowly we can always be assured that our posture is moaning. If I scrape together enough of myself in fractured pieces perhaps I'll find you in the curvature of form.
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