Spirit forms itself from muscle and sinew

braiding the bone as the word becomes flesh,

each tendon a verb tensing with the

noun of grey matter.

 

Spirit emerges from meat,

from the soft machinery of becoming,

from blood pulsing with its temporal

argument through capillary and vein,

only to collapse back with time to

ash and dust, as recursion.

 

Here in a truth:

flesh remembers bone,

flesh is spirit as prayer,

as matter recognising itself

as both ground and flight,

anchor and wing,

as the sacred in substance that moves.

 

5/1/2025