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  “Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone,
so long as ruin and dishonour reign ;
to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ;
then wake me not, speak in an undertone !”
                           Michelangelo, Sculptor in Rome
                              _________

                •  DAVID •

in your     FULL         beauty you stand
erect vulnerable 
completely exposed            +
naked in confidence 
=  strengthened
                       simplicity            ///
in    MIGHTY    surrender   to
ALL that exists
 
fearlessly   stating :
                 “You may judge
                   I judge you not”

we long to touch your 
exuding unmatrixed
divine warrior proportions 
to turn your head
enter your     ____ irises 
yet already we are One
with your curls and ripples 
our meridians flowing 
         ~    ~>>     with yours through neck
fingers muscular 
                           to god-rope torso 
as we watch for nervous 
           twitches
     there is none

will You allow us to merge
with your exposed mysticism ?
               a lioness masculinity 
               or is your aperture message :

seek your own from
whence I’ve come
to hence  I  ______   j o u r n e y         >>>  •••
climax your own odes !                       OODDES

your stature of perfection 
graced by aquiline nose
madonna lips _________ b a r e l y 
perceptible indignation 
bends not to our 
unevolved stare of           
                                     A. W. E. 
as we wonder that 
           we too contain all
   your agape  ~
flawless in     p r e s e n t a t ION 
of homo sapiens 
     S
         A
               PIEnS

what do you EXPRESS  but
potential incarnate
an undeniable trust in      *****          impossibilities                    ***
                                           *

that is yeT                to  be
created in form from
infinite           f o r m l e s s n e s s
appearances from   WILL                   
                                 TO  BE

not any whisper or

     S   I.  L. E. N. C. E.    gives justice 
to delicate throbbing of 
our blood as it              ~ invisible ~
moves  o u t  of  pores into 
your carrara stone
 
Beingness of audience em
                bra
                CEs  
your limbs divinely carved
we  eNter  Presence of your
 
MASTER    ———  simultaneously 
entering his  CREATOR’s   H e a r t        ¥
to melt into marble
forever unified with 
     all elevated elements 
both Heaven and Earth
               
          GOD + man-woman  %

grateful humility are
our concrete            *utterances* 
we are enabled to     OFFER :  

         MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI 
                 magnitudinal Sculptor
                      DoB : 6.3.1475
                      DieD : 1564

who tread the path of 
sacrificial expression
eating bread and onion 
for days on end, suffer 
                                    ING
in artistic mastery 
flat on back
    making   w
                       A
                             y   
                                 for those
                                  
who followed and are                 ///
                              t o    c o m e 
                                              _____ & @ £ % 

we stumble in stupor 
e n t r a n c e d
awed to coffee cups 
grinding us back to 
our own piece of cake
        P E A C E D 
                a forward moving
 
               ??     orchestra    ??
               we       >>>>     continue to 

fit-fix our own human    JIg
                                     Saws
                  
  erroneously  
       misaligned
                                    SALUTing statue and
                                    SculPtoR  in
                                    R   O    M    E 

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