Mortal rehearsal

 Flesh on earth
a human grunt
with every window out into it
a small puddle of consciousness

wind and sun on the tongue
pulsating temple
for there I pray
worshipping a bridge existence

I could feel my hands
and so grasped outwardly to the air
as if to greet it
treeleaves even

sweat sneaked across my brow
letting itself morph into the air
laughing and dancing in the sunlight
heat a language

Saliva churning in the mouth
the gut provoked
hunger rises and drives that insane drop
thoughts of power

the road bare and grey
each muscle awake
the face of the land feels my steps grinning upward
the centre of hell cooking it into caramel