Unlike Michelangelo, whose marble slab contains an entangled entirety of a crystalline vision of love, life, and loss, the desolation of souls, the rending of divinity, the forlorn sacrifice, only seen by him until the sweaty glistening stone, hewn and chiseled, sculpted and slashed, for tedious eons painstakingly marked by time and life force sacrificed, revealed its secret gift,
I attempt to recreate the Pietà by adding on material to the medium,
rather than by carving it away.
Random poetry I felt like writing today. No rhymes this time.