Sinking towards the edge of bone,
find a trap door within the crevice.
A delicate structure with open, clearly written interests.
Despite this simple-swain fain greed,
interesting creatures reproduced in
whole hairy portraits.
Clinched, boxed, constrained, packed together underneath.
Dropping
as low as
dripping modern form.
Superfluous romanticism obscuring most of
the cavity.
A question moon travellers,
In whose possession are
the real openings?
Awareness beyond asking.
Sit still and let balance console.
Rest and walk.
Gently look closer.
Reveal the cycle of growing
discover the signs left come slowly found.
Then, reconstruct tenderly
inch by inch
the only known life.