Marble in the Water

Unsung and unfolded,
My dry clay has been remolded.
Struck down by the bolt and the gravel,
I think the far reaches have begun to unravel.

My reason in revamped, my resolution is fractured, yet pure.
I am an anglerfish, dripping black with death and a lure.
I am the predator, the keen eye amidst the blue,
This man before me in the reflection is made of something new.

Stuck in a pose, latched to the earth,
Why does it seem so simple to mock a rebirth?
When my guardian angle comes and sets me free,
I will crack the world in half and drown in the sea.