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.
~
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