Set the Night Singing #2.44
Updated: Oct 15
An animated spirit lives
within this carapace of bone.
The spirit, though, not bounded be
but draws the air of spaces free.
For while one body is her lot,
her train of footprints shows but two –
the spirit plays at marionettes
walking joints down parapets.
See not the skin and, by mistake,
conclude the mind, you comprehend.
The true home that she occupies
is bounded by the starry skies.
And spirits all, too vast for Earth,
toe-touching waters, grazing sod,
want starfields worn as cloaks and gowns,
and galaxies to don for crowns.