Red blood, gray mass,
White cells, blue veins.
That's what we can see,
That's what's exposed.
That's the inside outside,
The wound after the accident,
The proof we're alive,
The probe of our species.

We're made mostly of things
We cannot see we cannot see,
So distant that galaxies seem nearby,
So inconceivable that reason triumphs,
So invisible that they govern our lives.
Fabrics within fabrics within fabrics,
Up to a point description fades meaning.

The inside is definition,
Is the medium of existence,
Light and lightness,
Thought and thoughtfulness,
The hardness required to be soft,
The content of a punch,
The reverse filter
(laisse passer le poison).

What's inside is our income and savings
From the world.