Bones as far as the eye can see
for they line those pathways out
to a glorious commune.
These slabs of calcium
(in metaphor only) are
polished to a shine.
Lights dance to the edges
keeping our vision unclouded.
Our internal frameworks clack
to the fastest of steps,
we surge in song through notes
of compassion.
The lyrics form in unison,
held in vessels of red and blue,
and burst forth!
Sing, oh chorus, sing loudly
and prideful, this is stuff
of life!
Our bodies complex and fragile,
though hardy and simple,
we live a bold juxtaposition.