Aren't we all
Carefully crafted boxes of art
Intentional brushstrokes
From the palette knife
Oil on canvas
Scumbling strokes of perfection
Elegant images In His likeness
Quadrillions of faces
Some tanned with soulful eyes
others pale and blue
Aren't we all
Pliable molds of dust
Tightly held and spun
Smoothened on the potter's wheel
For Creativity's sake.
His prolific hands
Thoroughly kneading
Until our sides are
Uniform in consistency
To take the potter's form
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