Bones of the Mind

the hardest substances in life are stubborn- beautiful and slice to the soul hang by a thread ride you like the wind then leave you to your alone then fires draw near and grow brighter the breakers start to bite the fist becomes tighter, wildly swinging at ghosts- like a snowman the eyes turn to coal, never evolve to a gem when the sun is eclipsed it becomes blinded by things both profound, things so amiss. by things of flight by things deep underground- The hardest substance on earth is the heart... if possible i'd caress venus while playing russian roulette with mars (in plush velvet nonchalance) where the hardest substance is time-hands made of feathers, tickling the bones of the mind now and forever.