Peristalsis;
Smooth muscle contracting downward
But wait a minute –
You know I fixate, regurgitate
I’m a baby bird
Oh, but it’s the mother who feeds their young this way
Hmm
I will produce no-one to provide for
My DNA will remain with me
Closed within this cage of flesh and consciousness
I can feel music
Predict rhythm
Visceral movement
Widen the schism
Poetic convulsions
Ripple through space and time
In this simple kitchen
Where I reside
And my time I bide
There is indeed history in the rooms of this house
Tag: Elation
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