A beast
Stomps inside
Rummaging
All the day long-
Tingling
In my toes
Growling
In my stomach
Catching
In my throat
Slipping amongst
The muscles in
My forearm
Bending at my elbow
Journeying
Greedily
To a formed hand
Whispering
Its secrets - like
Gears in a
Music box
Turning graphite
Swirling it
Until its
Finished -
To be left
Unformed,
Untouched
To be seen
For what it is
A beast
Free and beautiful
My words begin and end at the mouth of Christ
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