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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