between muscle and bone


I form inside the bones of my familiar

Under green skies and red suns

Death finds me there. Waiting.

It finds me wanting the stars

and wanting the unbleached bones

that need my sinew to find peace

I am connected to the disconnected

life that chants down the heavens

For there is life between muscle and bone

© zaji, 2016

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