April inertia
social distancing

Just a few fragments

This can go somewhere, once I piece it all together and apply some glue. It might seem odd to post something so obviously unfinished, but somehow that felt like...part of what it is. I mean to work on it, though.

 

Not of pristine ivory, coldly sensual,
massaged into being with care by worshipful hands,

but of mud-colored clay, crudely formed,

Ill-fired, rough
to the touch,

Illusion brought ivory to life,

a crumbled reality her predestined fate

Extrude

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