inside the stone
a man is chipped
into view.
smoothed
and rounded, sharp
and muscled where
he needs to be,
posed and poised
on a pedestal
for any passerby
to see.
how life
and the world sculpts
us into being,
whereas as the inside
is left up to something
else entirely.
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