The Masterpiece
Come forth...
through the mire.
Oh, for a thousand years,
as if it were a day!
The master potter,
he molds his clay...
while sitting
at his wheel.
He then begins
to peel away...
the layers
of mistakes.
All through the years
to come undone...
and all the pieces,
just as one.
Come look,
and see...
of what's to be,
it is his masterpiece!
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