ISAAC
A physique materialized
binding the illustration
An image so strikingly lucid
The tips have formed you precisely
a distinct curve that leads
to your continuation.
It would be selfish of me to deliberately
form an existence
an extension of myself
a reflection of the possibility
of desertion
Without you I’m nothing
My passion
No longer tangible
those lovely bends would be nothing more than
deep crevices within a stale mold.
I need you as my mirror.
I could never do this..
binding the illustration
An image so strikingly lucid
The tips have formed you precisely
a distinct curve that leads
to your continuation.
It would be selfish of me to deliberately
form an existence
an extension of myself
a reflection of the possibility
of desertion
Without you I’m nothing
My passion
No longer tangible
those lovely bends would be nothing more than
deep crevices within a stale mold.
I need you as my mirror.
I could never do this..