Kaolin

found in the ashes one day..

they say we are all clay

clay, clay and stars

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

perhaps this is just a fear

a feeling of being made of clay

a melancholia

closing in on us

a descending star

a fear of being broken

when we are brittle and inflexible

hardened clay

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