She fought the fight gone
Energy lost to the fading
Slow stepping beats
Like a labored dragging
Only time remains
Erratic in its spinning
And rigidity laces
Around bones bracing
Cover her in sand
And set a fire blazing
Death in a kiln
A tribute everlasting
HASTYWORDS 
And from that fire she will rise renewed.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty poem – What more do you need to know?
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wow
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Yet if she’s made of sand or ash
Then it may come to pass
The kiln’s great heat, and melting down
Will turn her into glass –
Will gather up her brokenness
And turn it into light;
Will cradle, warm, her shattered mess
And turn it all aright.
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