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from dust to heartbeat (a galatean resumé)

Few carve ivory towers on pedestals of marble—

scent of stone‐dust rising, echo of chisel’s ring.

Imagination coalesces on milk‐white visage,

eyes aflame with liquid light—Pygmalion’s passion

ransoms that orphaned dream in marble.

Many by Genoa’s shore command calloused hands,

pine shavings curled like whispered prayers at their feet.

Laughter spills through springing joints, warm grain sighs—

Geppetto’s wooden boy steps, each creak a pulse,

resurrecting an ailing heart with gentle hinge.

Others only imagine what these makers know—

hope chiseled into blocks, doubt lodged in every crack.

When vicarious journeys fail, they assail reality’s walls,

their breath a heartbeat, a single step into light,

transformation made flesh—dust risen into form.

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