Artisan

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Artisan

Sonnet

How many tongues whisper softly Thy allure,
How many bodies bear sweetly Thy love,
How many hues capture Thy varied radiance,
How many shapes express Thy secret immanence.

What art Thou Alchemist, what wills as potion
Brew in the transcendent cauldron of Thy bosom?
What infinite chemistries of soul and spirit and atom
Hast Thou kept deep burrowed in the Abyss’ bottom?

What are we O Surrealist, body, life or spirit?
What amalgam’s binding force renders us complete?
How long didst Thou of this scheme plot and ponder,
Such endless artistry in lay sand and splendid flower.

O Artisan, shaper of my thought and life and mind,
Cease not Thy labours until I turn a form of Thine.