Re-genesis 

Fractured in Tartarus again,

My broken jaw sunk into your hallowed chest

knuckles rotating up in spools

pulleys sparked with movement 

engaged in a prehistoric nucleus collecting 

replicating itself back into muscle and skin 

in the friction of love's mechanics

snowballing up a sum of us to be destructed 

orchestra of labored breathing, isotonic solutions

to be flushed out like gutter water 

There is an art in carving out fetal graves, 

digesting the routine death, easy as changing sheets

always the grainy taste of charcoal to remember the fire 

that consumed this intricate cut of glacier, mass-minded as Einstein

beneath the surface

its charge, a mosaic of butterfly wings stoking 

arteries on the brink of bursting 

In heaving this boulder to its expiration date 

we craft a fate, skillfully splintering 

our limbs, cracking skulls in unison

fossilizing the whole of us, again 

sealed with the tools needed to break us 

into eight balls, our anatomy playing pool with every contraction

that comes with being cut wide open then 

rebuilt from falling twelve stories 

through one another