40 - Unsheath'd

The fabric gets trimmed, we draw wheat from chaff...
I see shining, glistening core unsealed.
-Offcut dust falls from the yet-golden calf,
Steps from perfection, nighing the reveal.
Carved deep, pulling new life from epitaph
a shining frame, architect borne ideal.
Flesh unworn, like nature's true invention
Stripped back form, to reveal her intention