Michelangelo,
c. 1519
Reduction of the given mass creates
A sculptures final form: This incomplete
Emerging torso bears its wrestled weights
Chaotic, unshaped mind; no freed, discrete
Or fully human bodys bulk evolves
Or comes alive. His feet abort, still sunk
Deep in the primal soup, each leg dissolves,
The penis just extends the uncarved hunk
Of rock. The flexed positions torque suggests
Theres movement, but its energy stops, stuck
In stasis. Here a fallen angel rests,
Manifests: Sisyphus cursing his luck,
Slave to his truth, extinguished fire his own
Work in its vise, grasped in a hand of stone.

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