Slices of My Body (that are never seen)
………………………………………………
with scalpel, with ultrasonography,
the cutters cut, the technicians bombarded,
pieces and images of my internals sent to the
laboratories that are never seen…
well hidden, behind technically sounding
signs and very locked doors, the analyses, were
performed to better explicate my unusual
symptoms that had never seen …
to aid and assist the medicine men, whose
fingers thrummed and beat time to my
puzzle pieces, my unpredictable internality's,
imperfections, that contravened, internecined
with each other, so they cagey convoluted my
diagnostic definition of deficiencies humanistic
that are never seen seen…
And I asked them about love, the battles within,
the damages and defeats, the ecstasies & injuries
that are never ever revealed, though not so well
hidden deep as one would think, visible only by
magnification and sonar doppler waves, reluctantly
they spoke of things, imagery, colors decoding,
that are never seen
"your blood flows patent and compressible, that's good,
but at various points in your life, volcanic eruptions
were regular occurrences, and the impacts resulting,
their his~stories were soundly astounding, revealing,
of passion passing so overtly dangerous, nearly
incomprehensible, that repeatedly reveled, indicative of repeated waves of survival and recovery"
*"that had never been seen"
"And various times for periods lengthy and abbreviated,
you loved ferociously, with reckless disregard for your
sanity and sanitary, when and where the blood did not flow to parts of you, and the dead capillaries are with dried flows
filled with extruded, solidified lava love, forever closed~beyond reparation"
"that had never been seen"
This information was delivered to me, by them,
with great hesitation and trepidation, thinking,
that this would prove most shocking; unbeknownst
to them, neither the action/reaction, of my love~affairs,
nor the the largest of their consequences, the varied
resultant effects that their researches revealed
were things, felt, palpable, extant, truly real
That the damages to my heart were significant,
and my body's own attempt to salvage, to save,
were evident, but succumbed time and time again
to the shock waves of explosive concentrations
of love's disruptions, that prevented substantive healing
came as no surprise, for my poetry of all year's past,
catalogued the travails of my travelogues, and even
though some,
as old *half a century ago, well preserved,
were they, they were! in
both large and microscopic elements within,
of them:
were line and linen
items of my life, wrinkled, worn,
but well recalled, cherished
