Cell ~ A Poem

They say the universe is a dark lady with the stars tattooed on her skin.

No.

We are inside her

Our galaxy, our continent, our bedroom

A single cell, 

struggling to keep itself alive

Pulsing with every ounce of energy delivered

Like parcels in parachutes from the beating heart.

Electricity hums in the walls,

Echoes of some distant danger–

Communicated only in a feeling in

The blood, something they diagnose but can’t explain.

Nothing we can do.

Clouds are only organelles passing overhead,

In order to remind us of our place,

Though perhaps we are just the same,

Creating goods, creating waste, 

breaking apart to make more of ourselves

Breaking down until our 

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acids become unrecognizable.