Inertia

Do I believe truly in air

or gravity

when my spine noodles

like an invertebrate in benthic space

gills expanding and bellowing

with each sympathetic signal,

C5-C7 :

you can see it bulging on my MRIs

discs askew, sliding tectonic plates meet

clavicular mountains that press

invisible muscles who spasm and quake

Sacrum:  

riverbanks rubbed raw from sliding between planes

and plateaus of iliac crest

and surface friends abandon me on high,

shapeless, senseless

yet synchronous and stable

with their giddy frilled petticoats

that catch and love the air --

swirling dervishes in nitrogen-soaked

glinted-Daylight

Fascia pulls, rotates  

blooms rainbows on bones in release,

contractures and crepitus

sheer bergs of ice in the deep

this cruel droughted ozone

brandishes new brown spots

on the epidermis’ surface

and tooth 8 is being reabsorbed--

will eminently break--they say.

more dark hairs steeple

the ridge of chin and upper lip:

but why should I care for vanity

as the marbled keystone

is crumbling in

No floating ribs can be discerned

on the radiograph, they say.

Adam, I have rejected yours

for you could not stand

to see me made

in paradise

or perhaps,

anywhere

on the worst of days.

Your forgotten Lilith

waits without you

(but not for you).

For ancient Celts

the King is the Land

and the Land and the King are one,

for the Land is a Bride,

whose crops, with righteous rule

grow fertile

(with Arthurian pride)

But the river is low

and oil-slicked,

fields blocked and barren,

and the seasons

have corrupted

and reversed

the Connective tissue of

Land

weaves the feral frenzied fabric of

Body

and bleeds in tune  

oh to embrace inertia,

to be bound and still,

to stay at rest

when extremities,

organs and spine cannot

stop the stretch of

hypermobile entropy,

(even without a change

in velocity);

cannot persevere

in their present state

there is no specialty for what ails

Connective tissue, they say.

there is no still occult elixir

in a secret wellspring there

or an Excalibur here

to soothe and unify

when mast cells and subluxations

mystify.

oh Adam,

like you

they are afraid of the Seeing,

how it all connects and coalesces;

they only see small fibrous threads

separate at a time,

too fearful to see

how the tapestry

of Land and Body

interconnects and weaves

until apple trees

grow barren

and then they will

pine and long

for the lost fruit