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.
