I hit the keys
27 in each hand
operating without hesitation
a beautiful, complex structure
Exo, endo, hydrostatic
evolution and adaptation
they're the reason why the birds fly
and the humans crawl
they melted every time our hands brushed
but the moment the music seeped into our ears
they fused back together, but denser this time
the hushed rhythm leaked into our skin and submerged all 206
and we danced freely; like we were underwater
our souls were not eclipsed by the crowding tissue
and the marrow inside resonated the sounds and sang along
just loud enough to break the strings
and the puppet masters gasped
but strings aren't the only thing that can break
the accident caused me to question the delicacy of these parts
this fragile framework that can be so stalwart
can shatter like stain glass windows on a church
the signatures on the caste declare that they're healing
but the paralytic never knew recovery
196 move in unison and I'm walking away
but I can feel it in every part of me
"they're weighing me down," I say
the entirety only twenty pounds on average
and while the rest may wither and waste away
these 20 pounds stay behind
there are skeletons in my closet
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