1                            The more life is given, the more it wants to take away. Its rending always rattles, most insistent for the originalwhen mere replication will not do. You wanted more than sculpture to turn faulty clay into flesh, the earth’s full bounty open to the sky. I had reason to withhold. So your handicap from the start:not apprehending why I halted revelation at the borderline of heartbreak from headlong reason in decline 2 In the … Continue reading Mere Replication by Victor Marrero