Thursday, March 30, 2017

Just Because: a poem

Why miracles?
Why hope?
Every morning, a trillion cells
decide to rub shoulders without a union;
a trillion tiny minds order goods for the mitochondria;
dividing and living and dying away,
this passes through, that passes on,
dendrites relaying on signals without comment,
while half a human cosmos waits to dance with
wiggling ephemera,
giving themselves to passion and division
songs to
Just Because
No Reason
At All.

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