A vapour,
Trapped within an earthen shell
We linger till our release
No matter how the shell is broken
When we are free
We are something else
Free to explore vast galaxies
Not limited by flesh,
But able to break all hypocrisies
All realities,
And subdue those mind numbing
Doubts and fears
That surround are beings;
Making us less than perfect.
That which you know as you
Look not to the manner of your death
Because when it is all said and done
We are a flawed design.
Yet, we have need now to touch and taste
The Potter,
What new vessel, shall He make?
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