It is safer between legs of cement, hurts less to have lost the contest of excavation. Did you know the bones of humans dance after dressing down flesh? They dangle the heart low in their ribs like a charm on a string. I remember silver bracelets that jingled like the sounds of dancing bones. No one would know if a body fell in to water, the soothing sound of noiseless floating. Can you hear the wind die? At the base of stones caught in their louvers. It takes three thousand breaths and a night to blow the dust from candles. You will never see fire where impermanence reigns the sky. First published by Immagine & Poesia