While You Were Sleeping
By Paloma Douglas Posted in Poetry on July 15, 2016 0 Comments 1 min read
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Dust rises from soil and spins
centrifuge-style around nucleus
merry-go-round, mitochondrion swimming in
cytoplasm kiddy pool. One cell to two.
Two cells to trillion, hovering, electric hum.
Sparks of white-hot light from cell to cell
until phantom frame is skeletal, spinal cord wired
to corresponding nerves, numb hands not now can
feel pain, the cold, the hot.
Sinews and tendons and connective ligaments
stretched taut below capillaries with the switch
turned to ON, molten lava liquid now steadily pumped.
Celestial breath to raise the chest,
hot oxygen to carbon bond. Pupils alive,
rods and cones explode monochrome to kaleidoscope.

 
 
 
 

Featured Image: Album Artwork from Deep Breakfast, Ray Lynch’s second album and was released in 1984.


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