Blind Resurrection

blood and bone

inside heart of stone,

vivid pool of illusions

splashed,

functional half-dead

but say more alive

with the vibrance

of sweet, sweet

pain and trance

a rebirth,

oh the skies

my alibi--

the skeleton swiftly

morphing into a fresh butterfly

peeking from the side,

tasting

its own drool of

calcium that spilled

like a terrible (oh terrible) holy night

look--

there is a body

there is a mind

but who took the heart

(who took the heart?)

in this resurrection,

tell me (asking from

the one who was supposed

to play God)?

who took the heart?

just a bodily resurrection

am I your unfinished cruel art?

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