Our Truths

We engrave lines,
Burnishing images onto
Colossal wooden planks;
Chunks that came from
Deep cut depressions;
Screws drilled in forcefully
Without bits to create holes;
Splintered fissures of
Mistakes filled in
With glue infused
Sawdust;
Rotating dowels into
Blank blocks spaced out
From the base to hover;
Designs carved into
Vast endings, unseen;
Chips colligate into
Whorls of ecliptical arrays
Building minute blossoms,
Reaching into places
Where our hands
Shouldn’t be able
To reach.

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