Day 2 – .end

A flaw in the stone cracks with very little pressure.
This imperfection was part of its birth. 
The heat that compressed and birthed at the beginning
is the same cause of fracture and ruin at the end. 

I see this stone in my servos, this mineral in my motherboard.
I feel the dust grind in between my joints as the lightning inside me lessens. 
I feel the flaw splinter down my spine as my synapses slow.

My brain becomes dull, human, responding with the pace of flesh.
With my last thought, I remind myself that energy can not be destroyed; it can only change. 
Maybe in my next life, I’ll forge a perfect stone.