Monday, August 27, 2012

As the Molded Clay Begins to crumble


As the molded clay begins to crumble

     A beginning must have an end, life evolves into death, and the earth creates and yet also destroys. Your life flashing as your hands crumble into dust and your reflection seems to age with the cruelty of time. A distant cry from the far beyond goes unheard as you return into the earth from whence you came. Tears turn into ashes as you fade into a memory that no one will recall. The clay statue crumbles at the horrors and atrocities of things that have never had a chance to be achieved.

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