Stone is the final requisition
Negation of life and flesh
Where only
A Michelangelo or Cellini
May negotiate
a miracle from within
This invidious image
Of a life bereft
Thus to unveil
A portion of the myriad
Fantasies we inhabit
Transmute
This rigidity tumescence
Into something other
Other than
This rigidity tumescence
This negation of life and flesh
Art breeds death breeds life
Breeds death breeds
Despair
Is the beginning of wisdom
Is the beginning of trouble
Begins within
The deepest recesses
Of the cerebellum
Where nothing
Is quite what it is
And all seems to be hankering is
Hankering after an end
An end to this
This circularity
Of life and consciousness
Where each dissolution
Engenders more
More rigidity tumescence
More intense negation
Of flesh within flesh
Engendering more
Flesh tumescence miracles
And death
It takes an almost
Supernatural prescience
Successfully to dissect
Into trines and squares
With chisel and with sweat
The circle
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