at your leisure,
which may not be an extended
courtesy.
traverse the gut levels that
forewarn your animal.
as you're being basted by
the solvent juices of digestion--
feel bones slog beneath
flesh.
put together to pitch loccomotion
in shape.
allow for the phasing circumambulations
of a spiral to begin constriction.
let fall the reverberations of wet bells
on shriveling ears.
well on the hour no man can know--
well on the hour no man can know,
well on the hour.
with immense fidelity, the mass that
was he--broken down into uproars
of life.
as at an apogee of wind, a veil bulges--
and a spark leans forward to behold.