my skin believes in fables.
it prickles in the nighttime,
soothed by the crackling hiss of fire
warmed by the way old crones
weave mystery from the mundane.
my bones are atheists.
they sense their degradation,
feel themselves grow fragile
brittle and ready to break.
they know no god but entropy.
my mind is undecided.
it swims in molecules and bathes in electricity,
not understanding its own workings,
parsing the outside into its smallest parts,
awed by the fury of the whole.
Awesome write. I have been visiting new poets (to me) and am blown away. : )
An interesting take on mind, body, and soul. I love the first two stanzas.
Richard
abstract and stunning words.
well done,
Really enjoyed this piece. I think it’s brilliant how you put the three together — how you feel, what’s really going on despite it, and your undecided thoughts which goes in between.