I'll tell you this much:

space is pierced with a bony flicker

a woman on the street sold me a spinal column

so I put it on, I put it in

for years I crawled around

in a rubble of numbers

a palace of matchsticks

was all I could muster

outside my cage

everything happens

just before daybreak

a skeleton twitters

wrinkles a puddle

flapping its featherless wings