Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009: Quoted from: Bacardi on the Behance Network

Shape Shifter

Wax changes form without complaint
and each time, wick hunches under flame.

Who is not a shape shifter, prodded one way
or another--not by force, but by unseen

heat, bringing molecules to their knees.
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  1. AnonymousOctober 13, 2009 at 4:11 PM

    This is like the streetlight poem, in it's poetic capturing of a moment. I dig this aesthetic quite a bit.

    Also, for some reason, the wax in that photo is awesome to me.

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