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I use my hands
line by line
to reexamine
to remember
to forget
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pure form
generating the whole spectrum of colors
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we create the best possible substitutes
to fool ourselves
a two dimensional projection of a three dimensional reality
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I search within my figures and sounds
pausing between words
a paradox
a constant reminder of a lack of answers
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traces.
Mediated by the elements of our environment,
buffered by symbolic objects.
self aware, overlooking,
finding spaces
in between
to discover what was already there
manifesting through solid matter
a metaphor
internally and externally
a fragmentation.
One cell of a larger human body
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