Sculpture Poem by Deliot Taylor

Enemies lurk
veiled in indoctrination
and suits from Rome
dominion is like sugar
its sweetest in its purest form
corrupting over time
creating an abyss to be filled with gold
there is no soul here
there is no poetry here
no common goal anymore
we are as lost as the quiet ones from Bonn
we don’t cringe from the vision of tragedy anymore

Behold the soul
find it uniquely and flourish
look to doctrines and you miss the point

With each creation
the flowers distance is incremented
steel inspires only the elegy
innovation has put the sword
in the hands of an armless militia
brought images to the blind
sound to the deaf
dominion to the powerless

blame the visionaries for lack of foresight
blame the historians for being sentimental
blame the reader for being out of touch
consciousness is like an oath made to our innate ancestors
“I will not look back”
death is simply a reminder not to be mindless

A question is like a chisel used to expose
the pre-existing answer.
let’s create the sculpture