Skeleton Limbs

I opened up

On the mountain of kindness

I sharpened my tools

On a mountain stones

I tarnished my socks

En route to Dublarney

I stashed all my gold

‘Neath the shivering stones

I lost Ithaca’s rubies

Midway up over Iceland

I painted my soul

Searching for the divine

I locked up the priestess

over lunch with devil

I locked up the devil

outside my front door

I closed it in silence

Gathered up all my bones -

Oh,

I

never want to see tomorrow

but I know I will

I say "What's life?"

You say "You're living."

I say "I've had my fill."