cataract
every corpuscle in my blood
a poem
every neurone
a new line
every molecule
cadence
every breath
turns a new page
every quantum
a stop
every photon
a colon
the peristalsis of
every opus corpus
is semi comatose
between the book covers
every day’s end is
every day’s beginning
of a poem
that will flow in the blood
of a sigh
or in a grimace
of despair
i just love that
don’t you
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