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.