We fall beneath the arches
The vestments of our past
A single path diverges
Like rivulets in sand
Sigils
Seal me
Deep in stone
Sacred
Altar
Made of bone
The veins of reconstruction
The gold inlaid in flesh
My body is a temple
Abandoned to the thresh
Sigils
Seal me
Deep in stone
Sacred
Altar
Made of bone
Pray for
Respite
From the storm
Human
Weakness
In this form
The cup will shatter, still
Perception's violent will
The fragments gathered with ease
The golden filigree
That swirls, surrounding me
A gilded bird in an iron cage
Rend the flesh neat
Strip the scarred meat
Lay the gold leaf
I, kintsugi