A Church of Joints and Bones

Participant of the new
Eyeballs darting across chasmed room
Echoed with mirrors and breath
Posed in physique and in mind
“Intentioned”, not to tumble
Balance at war with inhalation
Patience seeking peace with fatigue
A church of joints and bones
Steepled arms and pewed torsos
Flesh-toned houses of worship
Joyous expressive fingertips mixed with ether
Celebrating nature’s presence in us

We are divine
We are reaching
We are centered
Om

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