The Final Bones

Trust me,
I am all bone.

My blood was drunken
By the sun. My skin
Stripped long ago.
I tremble and clatter,
An inception of matter,
Always alone.

Thin and hard,
What is given slips through me,
A thing unending,
Like sea and stone.

Like solitude and wake.
Acorn and
Hollow.

Trust me,
I am nothing, but creak,
Dead wood and moan.

Believe me, lay me down;

Leave me for the dirt, for the
Insects, birds, moss and weed to
Grip hard and roam.

Trust me,
All has long left me.

You are forgiven.

All is forgiven.

All.

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