Wrapped in a form-fitting gown of flesh
I stand
A collection of parts
A mosaic
Bone framed
My ancestors left relics
In the chambers of my heart
I’ve yet to see them
But I know they are there
I’m wired with blue strings
They stretch as I curve around them
My form
A mahogany guitar
Whose sound
Caresses the open space
Sends a breeze through billowing white silk
Across the universe
Airbound
My spirit meets you
In some desecrated, sacred space
While grains of the earth sift through me
A temporal hourglass
You and I toss clouds into the ether
In unleashed moments
An untouchable epoch
Time clicks
My spirit returns
To this flesh
Awaiting resurrection
From this earthly saudade
RESURRECTION mag 