Gem
nobody knew at the time that the gem would be worth
much at the time
she was plucked from the deep, or carved out of a horn,
a chair, the artist took craftsmanship or craftwomanship
into account making something worthy
to partake of for somebody
was it the art,
was it the road to crafting the art,
something that might live on.
The deep ocean swallows,
the shaft is artisanship
epistemology
with no desperate reasoning
an idea heartfelt of
no one left
behind
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