Floating half crossed stairs before me
An elderly presence to the right of my shoulder
I eat to my left munching on sickness
Head turned away towards the heavens in my ear.
A fishbone curved to a point
slipped out of its skin
for a shocking dip into the sun
swelling through all the seemingly solid stares.
A faint lift of a pinky fingernail
just skimmed of cream
whipped of fingerprints
embedded in a child's story.
Inside the cage of ribs
bbqd and spicy
Beige and brick columns
Straight spinal support
Shooting to the door
where the music makers stare.
I don't understand your language
but I know my heart's vibrations to truth
predict your beat by the swelling
of a secret...
and this reaches all.
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