Blueprint
Bolt-grey streaking clouds
an eerie call
most days are like
shattered glass
cold sharp winds
clamp my spine
with crystal clear laments
every moan and groan
deciphers the code of existence
like Egyptologists
with these remaining pieces
I, like Michelangelo
sculpt my existence
into a life plan–
highlights of anticipation
as a limited edition
as sharp as a blade
as transparent as light
I control the blueprint
to renewal and rebirth
Maria Marchelletta
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