my eyes grow paler each day,
ive watched enough time pass,
two orbs, complete with a sky,
forests, creeks, and mountains,
the life contained within the body
was stored in the soil, behind our
eyes, there is a day that I hope to come,
I just need another day.

attached, captivated even, by
rosescaled gums, it isn't bone,
it's pulp, rattling in your mouth,
ricocheting off one another;
with all of this kinetic energy,
one could move a landscape,
the forests are your intestines,
plural and cavernous, every tree
is a member of one body

One body, lost at sea, never seemed
to find the peace that it set out to see

These are just two pieces of my body,
why do they remember everything?