Tuesday, 14 June 2016


Hinges, pulleys, strings,
This flesh architecture,
Residence for a tenant; rented,
This vehicle of ancestral conjecture.

A bold, brave vessel
where the selfdom dwells,
Or a vehicle for a cipher?
A web of nerves, a sea of cells.

Amor fati, the genetic fate.
Corporeal, animal, cerebral,
This nothing is what lends the weight
To this absurd dance of bones, blood and brain.
This carnal economy.

Grace and form to us now but soon carrion.
The romance of cells is born of frailty.
Meaningful because we find something in nought.

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