Take your pick of the bones
of who I once was
shape me into the statue
of who you fear to become
and I will come to join you
my great advisory of enchantment
in this graveyard cathedral
constructed of all memory
to set my death gaze
upon the shadows of moon dust
singing down on us
between ivory ribs
an irreverent song
who’s heart beat still blooms
inside of a provocative dream
praying to become
the flickering ashes
of a star’s decent
into this most glorious
of human form