• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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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.