FRAMEWORK
I have a skeleton under my skin. I can
feel the jawbones and the knees, for
instance, quite freely. Yet, I wonder,
what will I be when it vacates me?
Shall I wander, loose and flaccid,
flopping around without a form
or a frame - in a spiritual guise
all airy and breathless, something
there with no name? Will I be
able to see....something?
Anything?
I have a skeleton under my skin. I can
feel the jawbones and the knees, for
instance, quite freely. Yet, I wonder,
what will I be when it vacates me?
Shall I wander, loose and flaccid,
flopping around without a form
or a frame - in a spiritual guise
all airy and breathless, something
there with no name? Will I be
able to see....something?
Anything?
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