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Out of mud

For as long as you like
you can try...
Die trying to mold
a human out of mud
like out of clay.
You can mix,
you can pour and hold
smelly goo
into the form.
You can wish.
You can hope.
You can pray.
But it never will work:
cause in the firing heat
mud remains as mud,
and never will turn into a solid rock.
I think somehow, somewhere
it will stop,
once and for all.
Or God have messed
really messed
something up.

Oh, dear Gud,
I'm not a piece of mud.
I'm piece of solid clay,
Just forge me as you may.

5.10.2022




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Publicerad 2022-10-05 10:39



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