A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Michelangelo
Grief becomes you
As you, shape yourself in the hands of a questioning artisan
I am clay to his fingers as I try to become a featured display in your museum
A piece to be admired
To be envied
But frozen, statue still
Aiming for no higher dream than
To be seen and accepted
As a delusion of compliance
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