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miCheLangeLo stared Brynn Richer

Maybe I shouldn’t idolize love the way a chisel does marble, but the Statue of David has heart-shaped pupils for a reason.

Scraping feels like shedding skin instead of brute force carving away

Immovable doesn’t always feel stubborn on perfect pressure points.

Sanguine cement in marbled veins eventually flows finding skipping pulse in chipped vibrations: Clink, tap-tap, tap, clink, …thump.

—the creative heartbeat yearning for appreciation since its first crack.

Without this metal wedge driving, who’s to say my hands would fit together on their own? to say one day an earthquake will rumble, and I’ll already be lovingly prepared to crumble fully?

Michelangelo stared for months at his chunk of stone, but I don’t mind if my artisan’s hands find their inspiration along the way. Poetry 67