Were I the Lord

to breathe is an inverse process


to be more intimate

with my own lungs


than the language

that hatches from

pruned dendrites

and pitted citrus


to slather my own lips, boiling

clementines and speaking suns


themselves. To know systems

and universes more than our

melting orangesicle mouths


our skeletons rather than gods.


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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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