I'll tell you this much:
space is pierced with a bony flicker
a woman on the street sold me a spinal column
so I put it on, I put it in
for years I crawled around
in a rubble of numbers
a palace of matchsticks
was all I could muster
outside my cage
everything happens
just before daybreak
a skeleton twitters
wrinkles a puddle
flapping its featherless wings