Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Boned
Angel bones,
So fine and freshly fallen
Gripping tightly
The sinew that once
Held it all together.
I grasp onto them,
Like long lost buried treasure,
Hoping these bones will take me
To where they had fallen from.
They glitter so lovely,
When the sun hits them just right.
I own them now,
Like god who owns
All the nothing
I pluck into being.
For a second, I feel rich and enlightened,
But a moment later,
I am just some silly girl
Gripping bones and making them special.
4-23-10
So fine and freshly fallen
Gripping tightly
The sinew that once
Held it all together.
I grasp onto them,
Like long lost buried treasure,
Hoping these bones will take me
To where they had fallen from.
They glitter so lovely,
When the sun hits them just right.
I own them now,
Like god who owns
All the nothing
I pluck into being.
For a second, I feel rich and enlightened,
But a moment later,
I am just some silly girl
Gripping bones and making them special.
4-23-10
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