liar's art
1. Our Bones
4.  Oxygen and Brass

Now mount the planet’s curve on blessings done
by wind, the clear alchemic wind, the strong
and constant wind of trumpets, dawn, and sun
that pierces time and steals away its song.
Embrace the god of oxygen and brass.
This breathing pillars up your voice and starts
the sound of stars. Its music strips the past
from frame. It runs an ocean through your heart.
The silver pipes we played before, we played
like brides who sing a widow’s song, like trains
on phonograph or film, like dreams betrayed
by time awake, like memories of rain.
Hurl yourself through worlds that shake with speed.
One push will bless your bones beyond the seed.
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