Believe in the holy contour of life.
I go walking, and the hills loom above me, range upon range, one against the other. I cannot tell where one begins and another leaves off. But when I talk with God He lifts me up where I can see clearly, where everything has a distinct contour.
I am the form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour
One thing I really don't like seeing is when girls do a full contour and then foundation and then powder and then more contour and it's a full face of makeup. I don't like that at all.
The contour eludes me.
Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.