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Golem
Our word lies
the chipping away of stone
An airy desire
to state being
to affirm the state of being
to apply balm to wounds internal.
Here I am,
I said.
Here I remain.
In temporal bondage,
dressed in the fashion of dust.
This is my name,
when trust is broken,
Nothing.
Returning in turn
from my beginning.
"...temporal bondage,..."
I am always looking for a fine time image and this one is very fine. Somber write. Methphysical examination of the bits and pieces of existence. ~allets~