Sunday, April 25, 2010

NaPoWriMo Number Twenty-Two

I begin as a body cell chained and holding we
permeable tissue fattened we on outside systems
in composite honey combs
in solid ordered
in filaments contracting
in covered vessels becomes this body fingers to this
neck into fanned irises to inhaled pupils I imagine
a body as mine this born
body I imagine cannot be severed served on
bio platters bring me a tissue to solve
the whole world’s problems to eradicate
in a test in a needle in a slide genetic I become
we not belonging me not anything but
molecular I end as a body cell unchained
and prisoned.

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