Jostling Playfully

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No graven image
However gilded
Carved in marble and lime stone
Adorned in gold leaf
And rubies
Can touch the ever flowing
Uncapturable liquidity
Ephemeral beauty of this
This beauty is you
And the solidity kept slipping through his fingers
The tighter he held on to it
Nails digging into the palms
Bleeding holes in the sides
And dripping life away
At the feet
Stagnant pools
Reflecting images of an Adonis
Pale mirages
Of what once had been
Mired in weeds
Death swallowed by winter
Laying fallow
Never able to see
Revival by spring
And lotuses bloomed alongside
In whites and purple and pinks
Plucked in bushels by the village urchins
Wading through the quagmire
Piled up in the coracles in heaps
They dragged behind them
And the women sat in the market place
Belting out their wares
To the passing gentry
Sold and bought
In colourful festivity
Alongside marigold and garlands of jasmines
And death jostled playfully
Alongside the living
And a heady perfume
Rent the air
And the lotuses found themselves
At the feet of deities
Adorning images of images
Cast in stone
Not even marble could capture
Nor the skilled hands of Michelangelo
This flowing
Ever emerging
Ever receding
Blooming
Wilting
Flowing tapestry
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