The Carver

 
Carve out a little space, O God
and then, when nestled,
carve the walls yet further still
until the shavings curl away
in thick cloud-piles,
until the walls are thin, then holed, then open,
until you carve the nothingness:
and even then, O God, keep carving
as now non-shavings curl away
so intent you are to reach the center
so intent am I to let you reach it
 
 
© Meisaan Chan
 
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