I have made a garden of bones, of sinew
Flowers of synapse sparking lightning to the chill night air
Pathways of blood mark the dark ways wending to the heart
Sits beating a slow rhythm of hope
Topiarys of muscle expand and contract
Exposed nerves shiver in the wind
Thoughts and dreams play out across a storm strewn sky
Broken arrow teardrops fall piercing this exposure
hidden
Some kind of locksmith
So this side of me
That few get to see
Has unlocked so quickly
However did you get the key?
For those that don’t know
What I don’t often show
So serious, so low
There’s a side to me that’s silly
Delightfully
A bit goofy, yes really
Pelgris 