Statuesque

There are figures existing in eyes
They dart and dance at a chance to come alive
Through a medium, they're imprinted
The past will survive
Lifted for display
A man here, a man there
Filling an iris. Figures in their stares

Shapes saved will coact with lines trained
Conduits into conduits into a boundless main
I can never repay what I have gained
From a lost member without a name

It took forever for me to feel her pale skin
The armor she wore from all her past sins
Was too tight to her body thin
All held in place by the plinth

But the years have approached
Bellow out the greys of the throat
It drains to the abdomen
To the cracking toes, and like most
Timeless beauty will cave to mote
Your residue like a gnat in the eye
Forming figures to see secondhand light

A chisel fractures the old stone, and forms new life
A chisel fractures old stone, but forms new life

It took forever for me to feel her pale skin
The armor she wore from all her past sins
Was too tight to her body thin
All held in place by the plinth



Credits
Writer(s): Jiles Beaver
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