Ageless

All roads leading to destinations
travel back confused but in a restful way.
Copyrights  always reverting to the
author   
and  man is not a commodity  itself.
Here is the body naked and the mutilated moon outcast its shadows all over.
The bones
the fleshes red and bright
the convoluted thoughts
soft and creamy
the gall,
liver,
pancreas,
lungs filled with hopes and sighs-
pieces all together fastening
an orchestra of sounds.
The soul returning to its nest  and symphony neatly measured.