A Dream (Turned Into a Nightmare) Made of Clay
"I know I'm made of clay that's worn, Blighted by imperfect form, But I will trust the artist molding me. In a room that's growing dim, Illuminated from within, The pull of tension's empathy. I am creation, both haunted and holy Made in glory" They say that when the gods made man, they sculpted him from clay. They sa...