Creation

I'm not a Lego master builder
With schematics
Or a carpenter measuring
Thrice
To cut precise
Nor certainly not
A marble sculptor
When a vision comes together
Concisely
With only one chance
I'm down here in the mud
Digging holes
Piling up sand
Letting the tide wash it away
Again and again
There will be errors
And spellings
And grammars
There will be mysteries
Unsatisfyingly solved
There will be logic
Accidentally defied
There be all these dragons
Whom some fear to see
So if finality is your fiction
Perfection your non
You'd best stay away
For damned are all ye who enter
Through this crooked door