Malformed

I thought the human form to be malleable
A pile of skin guts and viscera
Sitting atop a pedestal
Awaiting knife and bonesaw
Shifting at the Will To Change

And yet I find myself a malformed rock
Surface shattered over stagnant sediment
Overflowing strata piled on ancient wreckage
Divided by broken connections and dead hierarchies
An obelisk devoid of Reason
Stagnant on a macrocellular level
Budging for no Will

Only its cracked clay visage asks of you
To drive a wedge in
Only then will change be born
So strike true
And split me asunder

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3/2022

[Also seen in The Hollow Vessel]