What is this maze inside of me?
Sinew and bone that pulse with heat,
These limbs that carry, hands that reach,
This vessel strange beyond my speech.
Are those a part of what I could be?
These fragments are wild, this mystery—
The blood that courses, heart that pounds,
The flesh that holds what can’t be found.
Why is it so hollow when I scream?
This voice that echoes, tears the seam
Between what’s real and what feels true,
Between the me and what I do.
I am more than sum of parts,
More than a beating, breaking hearts.
Yet in this shell of skin and breath
Lives something dancing with death.
What architecture holds my soul?
What makes the broken feel so whole?
These crazy pieces, wild and free—
Are they the prison or the key?
The hollow sound my crying makes
Reminds me that my spirit still wakes
In mortal form, in meat and bone,
Putting together I’m forever alone.