The sculptor stands before a monolith and toils away
Chipping away piece by piece, until one day
A discernible form emerges from the block of stone
A statue conceived in his mind alone
Through a reductive process he creates
A masterpiece that the world celebrates..
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My lived experiences constitute the monolith before me
I demolish it into pieces painstakingly
Until a coherent set of ideas emerges on the surface
That I chisel and carve, and the ideas coalesce
Into a poem to create a metaphorical sculpture
Carved out with words, a verbal structure
Passion...unbridled 