Piece me back

Piece me back

Comb dry earth

Sieve out imperfections

Wrought by nature

To disguise the pain

Of my demise

I fell to ground

From a high point

An apex of evolution

Brought low

By simple things

Feed me and I will grow

Give me water

That I might drink

The air I was born

To breathe

Is thick with error

Devolved into dead pools

Burn me out

Eradicate every trace

Of past mistakes

Purge the worst of me

Not as rapture

It is merely an excuse

For entropy

In the deification

Of misinterpretation

Information

Needs verification

There is decline

Into disorder

Without wisdom

Destruction

Is a choice

Viability an option

Take my hand

That we might

Turn this wilderness

Into a promised land.