Like sites write
‘Me’ little micro
-cosm this body renders
A thousand levels, boundaries
Where toxins structure us
Is ‘holy’?, of milk
Winds steady in this
Breast remembrance
Through daylight the rap
Song of our lives and life
Escapes, no allegory,
No metaphor, just allergy
Just conviviality in lyric
Rhythm samples my heart
Thresholds where earth dreams
Mind into cognizance
Awake to this scented
Word called “cell,” called
“Pathogen,” a book
We will be buried in.
--composed 8/2011
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