Monday, August 17, 2015

Microscopic opic oblique biopic of opaque cake

(a free poem)

lemonaide is key

destroys waste
   
                 cells

allergic to citrus

no gracias, mi doctura dice no citrus por mi, porque dolor de abdomem

the lining is destroyed

my body rejecting

       on the cellular level

   the mitochondria were 
 their own entity once

what is alive 

microscopic

little guys

running around on their

dont think

no brain

matter that moves 

programmed

what is wanting? what is will?

invaded the cell

who discovered

- wait but the cell is not a person either

what is a nucleus made of? 

it moves without thinking, along a path, until it collides

but what differentiates a mitochondrian from a cell from a bug from a tree from the air from the universe? 

a layer of tissue, a hard clump of cells, a configuration of atoms

smaller and smaller past where we can measure,

maybe forever,

and if not forever then how are endings possible, where could an ending be, how could nothing ever exist?

nothing seems to be nothing,
i see something with something, even the naked unmoving air is something, 

so

how could snything ever 

stop?

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