So deep in my Bones.

Sometimes I feel it so deep in my bones
churning my bone marrow like quicksand, like
molten magma Spirits agitated and swarming for release,

so that I can’t wait to die
so that my skin may be stripped away,
uncurled like birthday ribbons and holiday streamers
And my flesh will mix with the soil a pungent incantation
and my soul will vibrate through the earth to eternity.

I know you know what I know
I can feel it buzzing just under your skin
An electric current as honest as the sunrise
and right now we are the same

we are the same people everywhere at once
feeding and fighting and fucking each other to life.
we are hunger and satiation, ecstasy and torment,
we are comfort and desolation, we are

a mother's voice in the blue light of dawn, yes.
the first gaping coffin frozen and adorned, yes.
the heart's drum roll to first kiss, yes, and explosions, yes,
and rubble and broken picture frames and long walks
to refugee camps and the smiles that erupt there
like hidden springs of rosewater, yes we are
raw honey from dwindling bee populations sold
at supermarkets nestled in mini-malls adjacent to
walled-in subdivisions where people live to be
suspicious of their neighbors, yes. fuck. yes.

we are the collective conscious.

every building that challenges a mountain will lose.
(the ego lacks majesty.)
every mountain that challenges time will lose.
(but the mountains don't mind.)
and mighty Time is yet conquered by Soul.
and here is comfort.

In the face of death we struggle to say something beautiful
To conjure some alchemy that will carry our
Diminishing flames into the unknown.

In the face of life we struggle to say something beautiful
and end up laughing. and it's just as good.