Nooks and crannies,
Bones and flesh,
Muscles and fibres,
Skeletal frames and bloody membranes,
Thick blades and smooth clays,
Thumb prints and studio dints,
A bombastic, megaplastic blob of dirt,
Igneous rocks irradiated in an incandescent kiln,
Flesh made real,
Clay made ceramic,
Silicate sheets fired into Sapien forms,
From the dust of the ground, 
And with the breath of life,
A piece of earth becomes a living soul.