Broken exaltation. The calling light beckons. Greying heart. Frail skin. Words bled dry from the altar. No stomach unscarred. Palms out accepting grief. Becoming dust, a thief of breath. Palms out accepting grief. Becoming dust, a thief of breath. We are bottom-fed. We are all. Entrenched in guilt. No consequence. No sacred fault. Narrow light hides the weight held by silence. Consuming dust. Broken glass communion. Bones spelling decay. Come back to light.