These Words Came Out

Holding posture
To attention
Within the excess
Of sound and light
Vibrates a strain
Across the chords
Of the bones

As organs
Reorganise themselves
Bordered by a limitation
That is seldom held
By the flame
Of a candle

The brain electrocutes
The skin into
Breathing out
And in

Wind turbines
Through the ghost
Of muscles

An agitation
Of held back words
Cough the throat into clarity

As rain pours in
Skeletons dance freely
In front of mirrors