IMPROMPTU PROMPTED BLOGGERISH

'Dem Bones

BCOF:


My bones, my bones are in the deep.  The deepness of me and of reality.  I search and I search.  Where might they be?  Far down below and in the wee hours of the day, sometimes I may notice them raining down on me.  Fire and brimstone from the desert clouds, my burning bones rain down and meld my flesh with the burning sands.  Rains of night wash us to the sea where the cold waters rejuvinate me.  Sinking, sinking down I go. Oh so far below where the pressure increases and the ice enfolds us - me and my bones.  We wait for another cycle to begin.