The Beat of My Bones

None but me, my self, the beat and my bones,
witness this mercy of left behind toes.

Entering the beings groove all around,
I couldn’t care less of the state in which I was found.

I remember something clever that once has been said,
the cure for all is salt water: sea, tears or sweat.

I forgive for the obvious being repeated forever again,
none but me and my bones can make my soul mend.

I visit every body’s moves and find my own face,
I’m ready when the music stops, wiping off a pool of space.