Its hinges rustless,
restless; opening
and shutting on trust.
We guard it;
it guides us.
Gods lack it.
Vacant their gaze.
Doctors listen
to its cryptic
lisp.
From sacred to scared
—a few beats skipped,
a letter slipped.
Cavity and spasm;
a spark can start it;
parting stop it.
Such a radiant husk
to hive our dust!
