Here lies a body, mine.
Chaotic sinewy tapestry,
A metropolis of industry
Reaping oxygen precious.
Each organ broadcasting,
Seeking efficient transport,
Delivering oxygen precious
To its brother, encephalon.
Static, noise, and signal,
Syncopating in nervous
Loops of organic wire,
The symphony of experience.
There is no enemy here,
No rage, peace, or design,
A vascular node to vivisect,
Me, diorama of the cosmos.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “I Sing the Body Electric”)
Life Immense 