Poetry • by S.K.Y. Varnam

Poetry • by S.K.Y. Varnam   PLAY AUDIO VERSION: voice of Roxanna Bennett   Geology Inside, we are red and filled with carvings, exquisite, eerie sculptures, the hollowed-out curves of the skeleton. We are all elegant under the flesh, smooth and sightless, tongue-less, heartless remnants, revenant only in memories. We try to manufacture less anonymous grace. Our absence renders us poised, embalmed in dignity, mahogany sides speaking to the survival of pride. Yet in the end, we reveal our cores of cold coral. To see the bones is to shed the mystery of our art. We’re nothing but dust hoping to fossilize.      –•–  [  >>>>>   BIOS   I   COVER ] + [Distillate © HA&L + S.K.Y. Varnam  |  {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]