My stories are told from my toes;
in the places between my joints, where
vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky
are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones;
flecks, once broken, now holding their own –
numinous.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay
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