You are a tiny sculpture

Every day growing

Squeezing out of your shell

Until you spring, full formed

From the mind of God

You were always there

The seed inside the oak

The ghost in the machine

Homunculus in the womb of your ancestors

You are as you are meant to be

The angel in the marble

Which the creator carved

Until you are set free.

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