There it stands.
Rough, idle material, needing to be refined.
Human media is the hardest to work.
Indeed, it is a pitiless bitch to use.
Shape it too hard, it breaks.
Too softly, it snaps back into place.
Ah, but all it takes is time.
Sit at the stand and run the fingers
Over it's strangely contoured surface.
Feel it's texture. Springy one this.
Lively too. Somewhat too green to use,
But it still can be worked into
A new form. Ah, it's receptive here!
Good, because that's where the real
Forming takes place. Fertile ground
Accepts the most change, is willing
To take on new waves.
And so it bends here, swoops there,
Takes on more life further down. He's ready.
He's learning. Now it's time
To let it go and use the things
It's been given. And what it's willing
Peace and love,
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies