Bones

I am only bones here  
I am only bones  
 
To open jaw  
Gaping clack and click  
Monstrous sockets  
 
See hollow  
See darkened deep for eyes  
Seeing no purpose for flesh without fate  
 
Without the spiritual meat  
Godliness
Without agape to limber the ligament  
 
(and I fall carelessly, easily into my stride.... without cause to gawk and gawk again over my shoulder and forward again)  
 
(and over wing like a bird, smooth movement over wing without hesitation... no falsehood in my transition, only smooth movement over wing)  
 
I am only bones here  
I am only bones
 
That wear on stone the callous of pearl  
Or alter themselves, the appearance of sediment  
When horizontal I am a torrent bed  
When vertical, hollows to see the horizon  
 
(and the labyrinth life lay below me, and I see the beginning as it attaches itself to the middle, and into the end without fear... my view from a face that turns over wing.. smoothly.)