Like petals strewn across the ground,
There is no pattern, yet there is
The configuration lies within,
We are close, yet we are apart,
The perspective is of my heart,
What I see is what I am
And I see before me an impoverished man
I am what I see
Take blood from stone to forge this heart
And Stone from blood to carve this craft
From unknown whim this mortal stands
The Breath of life in these hands
