Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Bone Cover

whether it's paper thin
blue ink flowing through a fragile fountain
just below the surface
or thick and sinewy
a seeming impenetrable barrier to the bonehouse within
it is both vulnerable and resilient
taken for granted and mistaken for identity
the measure of beauty's depth
capable of shape shifting according to the beholding eyes,
a vast organ knitted together by single cells 
that started in the sea of starfall
making each cover of water, spread over the marrow beds
that lie planted underneath
exhaling their whole lives in this murky pool 
like fallen branches floating moss covered until threadless decay 
returns them to the earthy womb 
the dark matter tomb from which they sprung
to feed the atoms still waiting 
to become what they will.

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