reconciliation of skin

Reconciling the skin that I’m in,

these walls in which I live,

of human,

of life

and decay

of this earth,

the home where I stay.


Peace-seeking,

the war never won.

I am of flesh and blood -


dichotomized:

I destroy and create with the same hands.

A build and rebirth,

human, I am.


The mind lives elsewhere,

boundless to space,

limited by time.

These bones have an Earthly demise,

but none,

does the mind.


6/18/18




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