I am collecting my tools around me.

I am polishing my skills once generously betrothed to me

Long ago.

I am formulating a plan

To build a statue of expression…

Layers and layers of fertile soil to determine the life

And depth of this fragile terrain.

I am drilling beneath the unturned stone to

Bring oxygen to an untouched earth,

Where the presence of a dream has haunted my soul

Since my soul began to search for itself.

I am preparing my body to take on the burden of the

Inevitable weight of discovery.

I am training my lips to give form to the words.

I am loosening my fingers to bring rhythm to the song.

I am saluting my past to pass reason on my belief.

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