Patrick Farley Iv Poet Rhyme

Stardust V2

Heaven falls harder
when death hits heavy on the martyr,
all is made of stardust;
fire made all molds
stay intact harder.
Think about resilience
or your personal significance,
or what makes new leaves fall  
without a force in nature hitting it.
I can conjure up ideas,
maybe ten,
maybe millions,
but this world wasn't built for you
it was made to give into it.
Take away the planes,
skyscrapers,
trains.
Take away your luxury
unless from these grounds it came.
Walk forward ten paces.
Stop.
Then, look down.
Your soft feet were punctured
there's blood on the ground,   
we're a new breed of stardust.
What now?

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