A quick thoracotomy
I open my chest to the forest of bones
Pulsing vines, foliage thick and wending
Up the bowing rows of white
How long 'til I find its center
The beating mass where answers lie hewn in the muscle
Fiber throne seated in the chambered marrow
When all I seek is exhaled from the cavity
As the forest bends on itself, entombed once more
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