Bones

Beautiful occurrence of providential mechanics

Graceful economy of material

Cleave the air, complete pneumatic skeletons imaginable

It is oblivion; barren, dry as a moth

Hollow cavity without marrow; fused to ossification

Painful reverberations shattering my brittle skeleton

But sorrow cannot take root in my chambers

while you will suck from my mouth the venom as if from a wound,

and replenish my shallows with your tears

Oh, those hands

like white paper folded into origami cranes

you touch me

Here.