I’m a skeleton dressed in time.nLost among men no one sees.nWith marching seconds , the time is nownTo make this coffin to my throne.nMy throne of life.nLike a cathedral to capture,a ship to board on.nCast anchor on black shores and hoist at silent hymns nin motion but at the thresholdnWeariness warms my sails.nErase. Redraw our maps.nAnd for what it’s worthnI will trade this coffin for my throne. n