Obra Maestra
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Obra Maestra
He called onto the dirt, made the soil reflective
The final ounce of life now materializing
And the soil became flesh, mixing molecules into breath
Finishing the masterpiece, as dirt became I
A sculpture who dared to share the image of divinity
Touching hands with mortality, creating humanity
Royalty engaging with peasantry, HE, branded us with majesty
And despite desperate modifications, nothing can disfigure
Yet we cause hairline fractures that evolve into fissures
To devour and capture… it was I
Who took divinity in my hands and called it “ugly”
The temple of my body vandalized by lies
And lustful graffiti, spray-painted fragments over shallow eyes
The face that mimicked sacredness wore a disguise
Like an air-tight plastic bag, suffocating
Cutting away till the skin is raw
But no incision can penetrate the GOD-gene
Frantically ripping away every fiber of holiness
I spewed virus stricken criticism at the face of GOD
Splatter-painting his self portrait, spilling ink on the canvas
Yet I cannot scratch or sketch the etch of a signature
I am forever His
Turning my scars into eyes that seek only HIM
One of His creations, carrier of his breath
Structure of the Architect, Sculpture and an Artifact
Resembling Providence
Through love HE finished…me
Re-painting my skies with beautiful tabula rasa
Taking my rightful spot on the canvas
As a personification of the obra maestra