i am imagining/expanding my horizon as a sculptor/by sculpting the more than two hundred individual bones/of a human skeleton

and having done that/have the bones be three-dee scanned/and fabricated in porcelain/with a three-dee printer/in enormous quantity/and variety of sizes

and with this huge number of hellish tinkertoys/assemble odd dioramas/such as a bone house/surrounded by a picket fence/made of femurs/connected by clavicles

or a portrait of lincoln/with tiny carpal bones/assembled into his beard/and eyebrows/and a little patella/for his wart

the bones could make anything/from petunias to starships

but what has indelibly seared its image into my brain/is a ribcage and upper spine assembly/within which/is a heart-sized skull

the skull would be made not of porcelain but silicone

and via interior bones and a small motor/and maglev tech/would beat like a heart/faster if excited/slower if asleep

and could travel within the ribcage/peering out of the cage of the ribs/with its eye sockets

imprisoned and wildly free/at the same time