The Art of Sculpture

Oct 8, 2023
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What stars decreed,

in cycles law,

my hands to task my regular unmaking?

To see how the love of what could be

Drinks the blood of what was.

Sacred, Savage, Sacrifice?

Who atones for the dead?

I, who has never marched willful to the gallows

Can hardly forgive

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