Whispers of fingers an apparitions touch

took residence inside my mirrored bones

frantic rationale is a skeletal destination

crunchy landing of hard fossil dust

This sad beast of remains stands low in the sag

dry tears of sand drips down to mandible mayhem

its remnant clothing, phalanges hanging in defeat

while random flutist sings it's hollow tune

Fleshly hand, the kindly reach gazes in piteous questioning

living site navigates the reflecting path

the maze door answered with a riddles remedy

the skulls slow lift, the femurs rise, the mirrored ripples open