The Foundations of Flesh

Passaged,
Through a mountain side,
Passing,
Past,
Ignoring time,
This lust,
Of heat,
These mapped currents,
Just paths,
Unfolding maps,
To find,
Lost stations of flesh,
Of both day,
And of night,
Of abandoned arms,
And of lonely legs,
Of rough skin,
And of coarse hair,
Now found,
Explored,

And plotted,
And tunneled,
Passed through stone,
Upside down,
Kabbalah shade,

Cabal,
Casted branches and limbs,
And twigs,
Shadowed
Onto rocks,
That which devours,
Foundations,
And granite platforms,
Gnawing at the roots of trees.