Strand

Mind has always come first
in my own buried kingdom
now the body's striking back
it demands consideration
now showcasing all the charts
pointing down to shame and dignity;
if only I remembered those moon runes
about an equal share of skin
blood and bones
about an infinite range of shapes
like our voices sound
I'd feel less wronged
l'd remember those past pains
I'd see clearly where I stand
shivering drenched
to the soul
burning the core
no more, no more.