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A dictionary in a bag of bricks. I watch it sink down the swamp. Words only mean what we do with them after, So I never feast until I know there's dessert coming. I am the stone before the statue. A block of possibility. Waiting for guidance like a wiseman, From anyone that can convince me we're not all mad for trying. I am the stone before the statue. Waiting to be carved. Waiting to be told who I am.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
An Ode To Michelangelo (For Showing Us How To Get There, And What To Avoid On The Way)
A dictionary in a bag of bricks. I watch it sink down the swamp. Words only mean what we do with them after, So I never feast until I know there's dessert coming. I am the stone before the statue. A block of possibility. Waiting for guidance like a wiseman, From anyone that can convince me we're not all mad for trying. I am the stone before the statue. Waiting to be carved. Waiting to be told who I am.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
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