Time's Skeleton

Imagine the skeleton’s rip.
Dissolving arteries shake free,
Memories seep into the dirt,
Muscles then melting into milky bones,
Present suddenly creating me.
The tinted inspiration of heady thoughts
Illuminate the cranium
As gaping eyes beckon.
Dirt flies back to the wayward air,
A spectacle of birth, wrought with deathly mystique.
To a man of harvesting means,
I knew there were jewels ingrained in those bones.
My hope was to consume
And combine
with Time’s skeleton.