skin rises in hills and valleys sweeping plains of cells, particles, atoms
our dust speck floating, frolicking through the empty void
and our skin is ALIVE
it breathes with the subconscious that inhabits it
and decays as an organ that encompasses all other vitals within
peeled back to reveal the vulnerable underbelly of the human race
that underneath this defining organ
we are all the same.
If sliced, stiched, separated from the rest of us
the same blood will flow to close the gap
(between races, ethnicities, religions, ripping circumstances)
to fill the hole within the skin
to safe its subconscious from destruction.
Caresses slip over it and is sent to the brain
feeling washes over it and drowns the frontal lobe
spinning sweet ecstacy that clouds the eyes that perceive everything
abounds ahead of me.
All of these beautiful images, the sensations, the wind creates a picture
of an astounding and unfathomable complexity within the simplest
and closest thing to a person
And with that everything abounds ahead of me.