What the sculptor said to the statue

Slow wonders of magic. Like the snake that carved the canyon. It was probably snakes that carved you, too – out of marble and obsidian. Or marlboro light one hundreds and a dozen little boys – with hats pulled down and hands in pockets, still craning for a view of something secret – like the marble would be honest. Like the sculptor even knew what he was carving – it’s all tedious unearthing, rediscovering a new thing that you feel like you have known your whole life -some unrefined feeling it was always here, some underlying truth – and when you say it – hold it on your tongue at first and gently weigh it – then try it out to really taste – it’s so good.

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~ by perfectionatrix on April 12, 2016.

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