Veni Creator Hominis

Might it be touchable? This fancied clay between my hands that I would twist and bend and in a sometime moment, manifest desire? If, indeed its authenticity is now confirmed in passion to create, its own self will blend between the fingers of my mind-- and only at its most illusive feign default, and fail to coalesce. I shall see it, breathe it in my nostrils, shape it as a mirrored act of God, and fall upon my face in terror-- at success. ~