Monday, November 06, 2006

field of substance

in keeping with the theme of bones...

my bones, like the cracked valley, are dry and splintered. they rest with others on a shattered floor, cold and obsolete. it gathers and collects, then waits and gathers again. some bones are large, like great mammoths of strength wandering to and fro throughout the land awaiting their rude blast. some are small, like negligible writing scribbled on large canvasses of gold. still others shake and quiver from some dream of life; some promise of alteration. and while the wind stirs and gathers its young, those bones wait and remain. and in the stillness, silence screams.

but from the four corners of the world, a sustainable breeze will blow, hard and fast. a hurricane of gale force. a tornado of cataclysmic strength. the earth will shake its atrocious foundation to bring freedom to rusted chains. tendons will coalesce. capillaries will join. flesh, dissipating like spilled water, will run over bones. skin will touch skin and life will run its marathon. the earth will scream and the galaxies ears will bleed.

but a few bones will remain among the field of substance. some big. some small. and as those new beings leave the valley, they will make sure not to crush the strata of the lifeless dry bones. because one day those bones…my bones…will come to life as well.

posted by jon havens

1 comment:

drew said...

the earth will scream and the galaxies ears will bleed.... this is really good stuff!