Flesh on Flesh

Flesh on flesh flashes 

What I take to be an angelic voice whispers “We are…body’’

How?

It’s too loud to be a whisper

This was proven 

Three lights flash, 

     that’s all it took 

Confirmation:

4 parallel lines meet at who knows where

A schism? 

rejoice within an open prism  

“One foot in front of the other” I was told 

Stutter, stop 

Motion

Simple Inertia, feedback 

Lights race up and down a hall of glass 

Sometimes 

Windows are mirrors 

Sometimes 

Windows are witness 

Conclusion:

A street lamp zapped at dawn

Switched off, the moment 

I stepped beneath it 

The same couple strolling, on their routine walk 

Always, while I stand there wondering 

Knowing nothing 

The sun will come soon

Soon it will be day 

2026 Matthew Cangiano