Faintly
trembling through its apertures
and
tiny tubes, through tumults of internal
fluid
internecine strategies, all badgering
to
get their ways to keep the balance
of
collaboration warm enough to raise
another
limb or placate an internal organ
whose
reliance on the limbic system
lately
has been challenged by an excess
of
adrenaline, the wending sea of singularity
your
body tries to be resembles something
like
a category four storm threatening
an
imminent tsunami: oh, for what through
some
soft intricacy now arrives! A measured
circumspection:
all the system’s frantic dives
are
now subsiding – which revives the body’s
gentle
pacts and flows. There is no thought
that
your biology forgoes: every glimmer
in
your consciousness is dressed in flesh.
You
are an equanimity: your life depends
on
it. You will calm down. It is the price
of your existence. You will calm down..
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