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SCULPTING

Some sculpt in sound, some dance around
Some shape things in odd ways
I sculpt ideas and prick up my ears
When I hear a thought that strays

From the usual talk of weather and stock
And the Great Bambino’s curse
I want to go, where they don’t say no
To the edge of the Universe

Ideas have colors like no others
They light up the face of reason
Fold the words in, add discipline
And a dash of teasin’

Bright Words combine, like gems in the mine
They will describe anything
From the breath of a flower to the whores in the bower
And even a Lord of the Ring

But symbols they be, not the real me
Not my true love and delight
They must be adjusted to be trusted
Until their meaning is right

So sculpt I must, my dreams and lust
Combed with a smooth metaphor
It’s hard to convey what I want to say
Can I really open the door?

How I wish, I could lightly fish
In your mind and reveal
That the words I’m playing are really saying
What I so want you to feel

I do appreciate the way that fate
Has laid you in my arms
You’re subject to my sly word glue
That has so many charms

The binding force at its source
Will give your soul a shiver
A Finely wrought word, with judgment deferred
Will mesh like a smooth flowing river

What a thrill for you in using that glue
Your weave will quickly fine tune
See what you find in your mind
Or the far side of the moon

Put word after word, then add the absurd
Oh what a wonderful soup!
Explore the divine if you’ve a mind
Far ahead of the usual group

It’s good for art to become a part
Of our reality
Don’t limit yourself, no brain on the shelf
In numbing neutrality

I play life’s tunes like ancient runes
Listening for major keys
Between the lines, is where truth dines
A meal for Diogenes

The potter’s wheel spins a feel
Of grit and gloss and squish
Creating new out of the blue
Is the ultimate wish

So take the clay of what you say
Push and pull the texture
Are you reflective in your perspective?
Always room for conjecture

Chisel away the unneeded clay
Your words hold strong and true
Polish and shine it’s just the right time
For a new reflection of you