The ever-emerging art
As the rubble
Builds up around us
Striking the chisel
We chip away the days
Time breaks and scatters 
As possibilities are discarded
Each choice a hammer blow
On our existence
Each decision reveals
What we are yet become
Who we may be
Begins to emerge
From the formless slab
There is no undoing
What is carved in stone
There is only the future
The next strike
The choice of what is rubble
And what is us

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