Marbled with pain
A dark statuette
A glowing orb of Light in one hand
An ominous orb of Darkness in the other
A tattered, oily black cloth draped across the eyes
Cloth of mortality throwing a haze of ignorance
Veil of obscurity casting a fog of arrogance

Blind to its own blindness
A life of finite nature carved into stone
Etched into the rock of change
And yet for all of its shifting patterns
It remains a picturesque image of the finite
Blind to its own blindness