- Vol. 08
- Chapter 11
O Valencia, You Appear as If First Light
Ashes of plasticine at its base, an emblematic orb
builds in the stillness of becoming.
Like a wave, its genesis gestures in the blue sweep
of transformation, where the fruited sweetness
of labor rests atop the flex of rotation, the churn
of creation. Flushed with spirit, invisible hands
sculpt a sunrise, turn a burst of citrus.
As if the immortal phoenix, its ashes regenerate
into existence, signify the magnificence of rebirth,
like the yielding properties of clay.