Emboddied

a body is meant to disappear
wisps in radical displays
tastelessly sung breaths

breaks

temples crumble with new religions
as time fails to remember anything

once was built of skin and flesh
slowly I am becoming stone

as I become weathered
my face will smooth away
until I am innominate

I will lose my identity
and become more human
in my mystical emptiness

I will remember my skin
after a long meditation
and move again filling
my newly built face

the modern world continues
churning lives in production

inevitably I will be recast
I remember how to move
and forget all else