Cold Gems
The clay was content
the way it always had been
tucked inside stone ribs of earth
'til a blood palm tore it from its peace
kneaded it into deformity
then branded it a masterpiece.
With blessings from gravity
time and decay
it will make its way
back into the
sunken treasure chest
of feathers and
cold earth gems.
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