Sokushinbutsu
the sun is on its knees,
disease leaks out their eyes; alive,
it fans the drain’s release;
a holy light complies; it dries and-
burned and held and spined.
their molting hair entwined; divine all-
whole in scar and mind;
a tar that saps and cries; awry
saliva seeping under eyes-
defined-
defied-
and coloring seeds,
the sunlight meeting needs, alieved-
all impotent yet it breathes,
you see-
apostles in those leaves-
a toss towards sainthood deeds of-
awful plights and seams
colossal-
copse and coppice read-
the feed;
abound in fervent need-
for knees;
you can’t afford to bleed-
it seems;
a noose of resin floods the scene-
their hands make mulch and gush when squeezed,
atoning for-
the autumn leaves
their seeds are filling-
open knees,
the trees are sprouting-
as they please-
from knees
to knees
a boiled breeze is-
glazing over knotted crease,
the skin pull taught and atrophies
appalled-
enthralled-
by pious means,
the knees are weeping sap and teeth,
their caps bend back as bark retreats;
their knees
tear leaves
their knees
their knees are-
addled by the branching cleave,
they’re piecing clouds with twigs and screams,
a violent stream of timber feed;
the orb kneels down with open seams;
asunder come-
from knees
to knees
they ate the sun-
their knees
their knees
Copyright © Constant Ly | Year Posted 2022
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