Cell Machine
The Chemist
I am what, am I?
A marvelous collection of plasma cogs.
Tiny dancers, fluid, moist body. Blood.
Cytoplasm
Mitochondrial
Membrane.
My insides, out.
Spiritual
Alone.
I am an enclosed network.
An intranet of frail thoughts.
A curated list of careful phrases
Generative sentences
Heaps of random strings
Pluck pluck pluck
Note the rhythm
Divine.
Endoplasmic reticulum , the nucleus.
The staircase to heave, in and the relief. Release.
A small pattern against His sky.
more poems in my Kindle book, The Soulcage has a Mirror: Reflections on Consciousness
first published on Sugar Star Candy, my stargazing blog