Jan 4
In the midnight hour
there are thoughts.. fears..
But mostly there is a consolidation
a gathering, if you will
Within warm, pulsing plasma
flows erythrocytes
leukocytes
and thrombocytes
Bringing nourishment to my bones
carrying oxygen from my lungs
giving swell to muscle
Signifying movement in me
When you write
there is an Undoing
within my undoing
A building up
as I am being fully torn down.
There is an entropy when sitting down
Undone, by your wondrous Undoing
An Aliveness felt
When so little around me,
feels even remotely alive
