It’s of no consequence to wander

with hemolymph glued in tennis shoe

grooves and consider such footsteps

tracked by alien plasma, a blue melody

pondering the elements of iron and copper

or simply the ultimate function of blood.

In a pirouette of precocial worlds,

pondering the spectrum of brethren,

it’s worth wondering if I feel more infantile

or insect—perhaps a final or only specimen.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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