of marble

Another marble in the making,
the breaking
of faint, festive finger,
to flame,
like he who forms me

Holds a hand out, hand for taking,
forsaking
puddles to longer linger
breathing
in sea, truth, glory

Unfinished marble, marvel at what you will be made. Lens, one drop of light, of glass. Drops, through you, go to magnify the maker.

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