A Statue That Unfolds Itself

A strange figure sits in a lake that holds eternity.

Water, a purification of the image.

Fire from above that seeks to consume all oxygen.

Marbled body that I want to become.

A molding of clay, maybe it could never become anything.

A centipede scurries to find warmth in the darkness.

I stuff cherry blossoms in my pocket so I can find my way.

It’s only by becoming the silkworm I will expectorate the royal garments.

While I sit here like an archetype of a man unfulfilled.

All I have to do is meditate.

And I’ll fall into the chaos

So I can forever try to recreate that statue

The one that unfolds in my mind.

(c) A.R. Minhas 2020

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