Tell me of

The unbreathable air

and the undrinkable water,

and the untouchable land.

Tell me of the broken things.

The things that crawl in darkness and filth,

the things that no one could love.

Tell me of yourself.

Tell me of the story of naughts,

of all the things amiss.

Let me know of all these imperfections.

Lay alight my path like furrowed grief,

cast thine openness into the wind and show me

simply show me

the pieces that remain.

Show me that which breaks the spirit, so that I may respond.

Allow me to tell you the story of time, and its preconceptions.

Let me show you that which is whole amidst the shards,

a tale of embers which began without flame.