Fracture

Same stuff as the stars
Yet blowing like dust,
Fractured into shards,
Blown by every gust,
Forgotten.

Enfleshed God Breath,
Breathing in poisons,
Exhaling cold death,
Void of word or chanson,
Unsung.

Mind culled from matter
Content to lay in mire,
Fragile it will shatter,
Never to reach the spire.
Waste.

Threadbare souls resting,
Flesh dried and crimson,
Dry bones are nesting,
'Til a day will hasten,
Awakening.

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This rewrite is better...by far than the original...I need to let it sit to see if I like it enough to keep it or if I need to rework it some more.