A core of beauty

a looming lump of mottled marble
its rugged surface
dirty and grey

he stood and stared
and in his mind saw beauty

his instinct urged him
to attack
to destroy
to possess
and he wielded his tools
in seemingly frenzied aggression

but slowly
a gentle form emerged
slowly
he revealed the subtle textures
slowly
he laid bare the silky smoothness
and slowly
he penetrated the core of beauty
of the stone

his instinct urged him
to love
to protect
to caress
and he touched the stone
and infused it with life

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