Triumphant hands
Evaluate this stone
Chisel and hammer
Carve into bone
A skull, a scar
A scare, a seed
Of hopeful rays
And harmony
The fog of dawn
Is cleared and gone
Assembling the pieces
I built the foundation
Eased into thoughts
A joy of sensation
The wind carves the clouds
Above and around me
This ocean of filth
Is ceasing to drown me
I stand on a mountain
To reach for a star
And each one I find
Gets rid of a scar
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