- Cradled by my fingers, this awkward chunk of stone,
- Sharp and jagged edges hiding shapes unknown.
- Inside there’s potential, whispering as urge.
- Time and slow precision cause vision to emerge.
- Careful chipping silence reveals what’s ’neath the face.
- Water polished finish marks the resting place.
- Standing now before me—none before had stood;
- Pleased with this new story, I declare it good.
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