The Shatter

‘The bones crumble and fall within the skin. Shattered and disassembled from here it can be rebuilt yet again. This life, this form, an expanded dimensional reach. Flexible, mutable, like time and place. Fragments of eons floating on the wind, traces to be tasted and others heard. Taken into the flesh like new blood or breath. Luminescent is the choice. Suspended in stillness, before momentum and magnitude, the light fragments haste. With following steps of resounding quake, the winged one is near.’