Sculpture
Every fold and twist in the cold steel tells a visual story,
Iron muscles and limbs claim a space,
So that eyes linger along the sinuous path,
Hands feel the rigid grace of the pitted surface,
Sensing movement pounded in tightly,
Captured by a hammer that rings and echoes relentlessly in a hot dusty forge.
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