Here

Here,

this node,

this unit,

this vertex,

“featureless and indivisible”,

exists in a space

as Word Spoken.

Word,

assembles the bones,

lifeless in dust.

Prophecy in a gasp,

“Speak!”

commands the Breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Rattle the bone chimes!

Cacophony of armies rising…

 Cognitive Dissonance

of bone on bone,

flesh on flesh,

risen but not alive.

The prophecy of promise:

“We will not stay slain.”

Word in a node,

a unit,

indivisible,

3 yet one,

the breath the edge,

intersects

a bone,

becomes the two edge sword

cutting the debris of dead

from the branches of flesh.

In His Breath,

His I Am,

I live.

Fire flamed by the Paraclete.

From dirt, to body, to blood, to water,

a Chronos moment in a Kairos time,

flaying dead speech to life.

I am dead.

Grimy bones

in depressed  earth.

Lifeless in my mother’s womb

dead weight in my father’s arms.

The silence stretches from earth to heaven,

a vapor barrier

whispered in space.

The vacuum breached in birth,

Conceived in a garden,

hovering over edges.