Samantha

Carbon’s Prayer

O Lord, let me not lie forever, deep beneath this ground, Inert, unloved, forgotten, never more to see The sky, to feel the winter winds, to hear the sounds Of life as once I did. No, let me be found, Disinterred, unearthed from this dry black cave, This unmarked grave, this Nowhere; let me be saved From this ignoble death, grant me a rebirth, A resurrection, let me face the world, be reborn Not as before, as predator or prey, But something fine, something to adorn The world, to parade my worth, to be on show. Something to be worn.

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  • crochet balls and the knitted "chain", made entirely by hand
  • clear crystals of various sizes 
  • long necklace
  • Please note that colours may look different due to different monitor/device resolutions

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Samantha

Samantha

Carbon’s Prayer

O Lord, let me not lie forever, deep beneath this ground, Inert, unloved, forgotten, never more to see The sky, to feel the winter winds, to hear the sounds Of life as once I did. No, let me be found, Disinterred, unearthed from this dry black cave, This unmarked grave, this Nowhere; let me be saved From this ignoble death, grant me a rebirth, A resurrection, let me face the world, be reborn Not as before, as predator or prey, But something fine, something to adorn The world, to parade my worth, to be on show. Something to be worn.