Fractal painting on a wall.
The paint runs down, and seeps, to become a stain on the rug.
It stays there.
The soap no longer makes clean.
It just lies there . For it is a spilled mess, but in someway’s it possesses a quality that sets it apart.
The ground now has character, some thing that distinguishes it from any thing else.
And Makes it beautiful.
Brady Smith 12/23/97