While you stand upright, a statue in wait,locked in the iron of your skeletal state,I fold like a ribbon, I stretch like the light,liquid and lawless, a ghost in the night.
I was born without the vertical line,no marrow-filled pillar to tether the mind.Where others have towers of calcified stone,I have the currents, the marrow-less bone. Backbone Free
No foundation to crumble, no pillar to fall,I am the spirit that flows through the wall.Free from the axis, the rigid, the true—I am the motion that passes through you. While you stand upright, a statue in wait,locked