an answer and another answer

the catabolist

I'll find the sacred buried in me And I will cut it while everyone is watching

(it will not be enough)

SCULPTURE

the honed

To the kindness of strangers and their kitchen floors. How the pain grows sweet and the blood dries burnt orange

BOOKS

the percipent

Reason’s a tease, Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves

CHARCOAL

the architect

It's a sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame

OILS

the attached

I know I said I would be Caesar Or else I would be nothing

But I will settle for being right

DIGITAL

the seeker

Oh what am I waiting for?

A spell to be cast or for it to be broken?

At the very last some wild ghost from my past come to split me wide open?

OTHER