Remnants and Refuse I

The end of the world put us all behind glass panes

with harsh lights beaming down on our heads

we were artifacts,

remnants, refuse, the last dregs of a broken world

nothing beautiful remained and it was all barren.

But a savior came and cradled.

the calamity and catastrophe around us in their cracked and broken hands,

sent us through the infinite portals of light and darkness.

and broke us into our fragile, fractal structures.

where new crystalline forms could emerge from the skins we had built to protect ourselves.

And all the while, we would be on display,

for the new world to see...