6/9/11

The flesh is such a strange array,

A dense, immense, complexity,

Where countless vessel threads convey,

The fluid breath of destiny.

Where sinews stretch and fibers shrink,

As liquids quicken, pulsed and squeezed,

While,  pounding , empty chambers drink,

Then let flood outward in release,

As endless webs of ticking nerves,

Ignite all life we know and feel,

For this unwitting passenger,

Who mans the helm without a wheel.