Existence Part Two: Everything

I exist in fluctuations.

A monitor in a shining room, wires wrapping and

Wrapping

And wrapping

Around a frail and thin body to test

The beat of its heart.

I am that line. That steady noise

Bleeping away to tell you that I am existing

In this fluctuating circumstance.

 

I exist. I am real.

I am the pounding arc of the monitor

I am the tremble in the lion’s roar.

I am here.

My heart pounds the red of life and knows

That I am here.

Filling a room with sound and light and witnessing the break of day,

I am.

Flesh bruises

Breaks

Mends

And heals all in time.

Just as the flowers take that body

Sinking in the mire with death curving cold clawed holds into it

And turn it into seedlings.

Burst vines from the bone, turn the ribcage into a creatures den.

Give life

From nothing because from nothing

There can be

Everything.