Not A Small Orange by ~TotalWarfare

Sculpting the Anti-Form Where am I? Where? ...Am I?Sculpting the Anti-Form by ~TotalWarfare
Am I my own procreation unknown?
It reeks of oblivion - and strings
of thought unformed in a contenting mindset
anti-aesthetic
anaesthetic 'I'
Uniformly invisible yet clearly malformed
Am I hideous? Am I, at all?
To begin with, I will never end
And finally... not again.
anti-aesthetic
anaesthetic 'I'
sculpted with smiles
(that were) content without form.
A mirror would cast but an idea
Self-sufficient thoughts of another
Carried for all immortality
Thus spawning the divine in me.
anti-aesthetic
anaesthetic 'I'
sculpted with reverence
and formal continuation (of God)