Awakening.

Unfurling lips slap dust

send skittering dances

through lifting limbs.

A warm human light

fills buds, to blossom within

the stagnant left side,

bringing survival to the surviving 

as the sun to the six inch deep. 

*

Filling ivory with calcium,

clicking joints, as though for an audience 

to hear the tin ballet. 

A bloodied heart begins to

sing drunkenly, sailing ship within a bottle 

drifting on easier waters.

Lighting particles in the morning,

lifting their forms onto the air and...

*

It's life that shakes the nails loose! 

Lifts its subjects into...

Metamorphosis.

Touching armour, as a beetle,

as jewels caught as

rainbows caught through windows.

We unfurl musty wings, walk on our hands,

to march towards the stars. 

The End

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