the sculptor chisels
his vision from stone and wood
forms his being on a turn table of clay
he is the God of his creation
the master puppetteer
the dust of stone falls in patterns on the ground
wood chips make layers of mulch
muddy clay cakes on his beaten fingers
his hands made invisible
the artist perfects his creature
his Galatea
beautiful to him she is
created within his own genius
and conformed to his own being
perfectly created she is
all in his image
he is God of his creaion
and he is the master puppetteer

06/11/2003

Posted on 07/23/2003
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