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When I read about the brachial plexus, a spaghetti junction of nerves webbed behind the clavicle, I am d  i  s  t  a  n  t half awake and dreaming about lovers caught up in the mystics of medulla, gingerly pinching the tendons and sinewy muscle-- I consider the thick arteries (perhaps not so thick) (not like other trunks, cords and red threads) and how easily I could die, how swollen 'tunnels' and blocked interstate highways seem not so far fetched according to medical terminology and the number of things that could go wrong ( will ) as Murphy warned. yet here I am, alive and well, a celestial giant housing stars and all a manner of great, lumbering structures, pith, and blood.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Ebb, Flow, Esau's Ankle.
When I read about the brachial plexus, a spaghetti junction of nerves webbed behind the clavicle, I am d  i  s  t  a  n  t half awake and dreaming about lovers caught up in the mystics of medulla, gingerly pinching the tendons and sinewy muscle-- I consider the thick arteries (perhaps not so thick) (not like other trunks, cords and red threads) and how easily I could die, how swollen 'tunnels' and blocked interstate highways seem not so far fetched according to medical terminology and the number of things that could go wrong ( will ) as Murphy warned. yet here I am, alive and well, a celestial giant housing stars and all a manner of great, lumbering structures, pith, and blood.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 inspired by the Adventures in Human Being by Gavin Francis. A book I highly recommend, especially to you, cd.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
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