Our heads are bags of skin

making us self aware organic machines

a dance of biochemistry

electronic chemical brilliance

explosions of sentient thought

and to the eye a beauty of shape and color

that rythm of the heart

a pump eternally functioning to

perpetuate the art of this machinery

this strange collection of evolution

the vessel that is our mortal form.

12/05/2002

Posted on 12/06/2002
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