When the Bones Decay to Space

Wizard Azanon / When the Bones Decay to Space

The soul’s countryside shall gape

and the bare soul embolden

toward the enspiraled spiral.

The clans of laughter gather

upon the countless grasslands.

The weeping turns jubilant

when the bones decay to space.

Blood and the breath shall wither,

the blue sorrow-blooded oil

vanquished as the inhaled wind.

All our skulls’ sojourns, locked dark,

await the last unlocking.

Marrow expires and flows,

when the bones decay to space.

An ancient lunar love, lured

through water and the midheart,

introduces the vastness.

Man shall amble through the trees,

woman rollick on the seas.

The one being shall burgeon,

when the bones decay to spac