& my attention
scatters so many
marbles in crevassed
attic floorboards

these tongue-twisted
ears & all your best

between moments

we in those wee spaces
& long silent lines

talons rake
tousled reminders
& lives relived
through bedhead
bleak hours of
blank walls

oh but for all
this pretense of aimless ache
in birdhollow bones

slowsunk as days
trade titanium
for marrow & more
of me is made
than man will they

put a thousand ball
bearings where my
bronchii used to be

in ten years when
bionics build me
an empire of every
tin man's envy
& the servo says yes