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
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