Stone Man
Chiseled, the man made out of stone - I never willed the hammer without the sense of a will - The figure rocks to be trapped by time, the soul digested into a painting displayed by the mountain - Free to be, what you want to be, you are a mason, I am me. To be the crafter, to mold what was never seen in the hills, that drums the beat in my still - Statues of the captured, by age - Nomore nor less, by the end to a begining - Deteriorating to become the lost structures, born to the past
poem by Unic Cjonr
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