our bones know

our hollow bones carry the truth

that we so relentlessly


the layers of flesh and fat

cushioning our vital organs

hold the wisdom

of the way

our vital truths

become watered down

by the noise

of our internal confusion

a forgetting of sorts

and by the bustling distraction

of the world

if these truths are

so vital

then how come

they are forgotten

never mind the why

drop into

what you know

ask your bones

they will reveal it to you

Invite me into your sphere.

I'll bring something of substance, every time!

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