Not Enough

Just carving is not enough

How long can you go on creating something unimaginative?

It becomes fragile in those hands

Days are not enough, nights feel peeved of unnatural lights

If only the eyes could focus and hands acquire that skill

They slip away somewhere into the mysterious air

Where desires are not in any relation

Eyes glare at other creations in desperation

Waiting to destroy everything with a jealous fire

Not enough, the carvings singed


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