Good Health

there is no stillness


intestinal amplitudes

hungry for motion


valleys fertile in

stagnant blood:


the stomach, soggy

with desperation


heavy with tissue

bent in red robes


footprints leading

from the throat


planting atoms

for the filling


where your mind

sips its prayers


for continuation.


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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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