I turn my back on the convoluted and toxic patterns of this world, slash a new path through the forest,
dig out fresh clay and mold it to the contours of my soul,
blow life into it,
whittle delicate filigree to its uneven surface
while rain keeps pelting down on me and
washes away the debris of the past.
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