There's a mansion on a hill
I've seen it numerous times But, I've never been inside It's said to belong to an old woman Who is very selective in who enters her domain Either you're an insignificant servant And you slip inside Through a back door A tiny molecule diffusing from high to low concentration Or, you're a personal servant Then, you gain special access Still, through the back door Water molecule Diffusing through osmosis After that are ordinary guests, aided by the butler through the front door Facilitated diffusion Molecules carried or channeled And finally, the VIP's Welcomed by a great procession Through a special VIP door People, invited by the madam with great effort Active transport From low to high concentration Requiring added energy But despite this selectivity of who can and cannot enter That old mansion on the hill And the jobs it provides Is essential to the livelihood Of the people in this town Just like the cell membrane to our bodies
I tried another science analogy one. Personally I like my amino acid and fats ones better but I don't know. We'll see.
I receive your native tongue
like a desperate missionary-- letting it run over my teeth, stroking the roof of my mouth, and dancing with my own foreign entity. I come to you aching to inhale your exhale, place my lips to yours. In the diaspora of spit from your mouth to mine, deliver unfathomed riches of love and wisdom into my trembling body.
We range from mindful decision to mindless diffusion
Marching in step to others' lives Stray from the path and follow a new storyline Write your book creating your own demise
It is raining outside,
Everything wet, Soil, tree, terrace, flower ***, gate, wall,,,, But aridity stifles inside, Head, heart, hand..... Like the fruits of silk cotton tree, Cutlery ruptures thought Humanist is slaughters on the street..... But slayer forget that In extreme dryness When fruits of dry Cotton silk tree explode It’s diffuse Germinate in wet soil and grow everywhere, Humanist will emit all over again!
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