Away Bones

Away Bones Thoughts bound to bones, The only home for now, Our souls tied to the physical order, Our minds in the cage of bits and pieces, Taking forever to escape and float, To be the first and final change, From our human form and substrate, Free from the links of our material past, Free from the organs of destruction, Free from the maddening hurrying aches, Of the universal wave and spin to death, From bang to sleep and more beginnings, Unlocking the shackles of our bound bones, And the dark mines of our past thrones, And the initial condition of our day from birth, As tangled thought shades from which we drift, Life forever into some darker shift, Not tied to the origins of our earthly soiled past, And the crystalline cells of our human frame, To be our greatest selves not tied by pipeline blame, Not being dead and old and small, But released from the crypt of flesh up tones, And the mesh of muscle-bound tissue alone, Be gone forever old and young bones, Be gone from our cage and castle keep, Toward the ultimate breath of it all to steep, Of lung and heart and everything hard, The physical bit has now done till the end of our stretch, When the cycle may start its hidden breath, And begin the bone-building threads of our times, That will give us a ride and a view in a rhyme, Of ourselves growing up and growing out of line. 9th February 2021