#physiology
If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.
The life we live.
Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.
How we choose to live it.
So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.
Matters on the formation of our matter.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
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*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*
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Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC
decision makes action decide what fate we will belong
behavior makes people judge who we are
reason makes us decide what choice we have
and
personality is who we are
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
Click clack of train tracks.
Space.
Closing and creating.
Space.
Vision blurred by the translucency of my eyelids.
Space.
I proceed,
Blind, clawing at the warmth of the air that caresses my skin
Warmth that I want from elsewhere
Your warmth...
I must settle.
Anxiety builds.
I see nothing, hear nothing, still I proceed,
Blood pumping
Lub dub
I take a step
Lub dub
Another step
Lub dub
Hands still stretched, nothing. Silence. Space.
It’s coming.
I feel it, the initial throatiness
Converting to heat
****** heat,
Pressing into beads of fluid that trickle down my cheek
My arms follow suit, then my legs,
They become acquainted with the earth,
seeking comfort in its stability
and reveling in its tangibility
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Marco! One minute you seemed perfectly healthy,
the next you were sprawled on the floor by the drinking
fountain
like a sack of potatoes.
(How reliable our machinery is usually--
just think if your car ran 60 years nonstop!....)
But, Marco, seeing you there on the floor,
I knew we live at the mercy
of neurons and corpuscles
(our own little wires and pistons)
and when they stop, we stop.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
your cephalic is now distal from my axial
posterior when you used to be anterior
missing our deep talks, instead of superficial ones
your orbital region all but glances at my mammaries
tilting your mental up and away from me
ignoring my lateral buccal
I miss our manus's clenched together at the median
your pollex rubbing my digital
palmer's together
my thoracic lunges at you
trying to grip onto you using all my pericardium
my umbilical region hurts
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
As blood drips,
Pain grips,
Sharp stings and bubbly feelings,
But it is one of the normal dealings.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Antiquity was waiting to breathe
And awaiting the moisture of lungs.
A hole, eyeball wide, offered just a peek;
Along with an ancient mote,
Which flew from eternity into sight.
Remarkable things were seen!
In the heat the buzz was slight.
As was the bite. But, ultimately,
The fevers started burning in the night
(For after all, the cobra had eaten the yellow canary).
How your coverings and remains sparkled like the sun!
Thousands of years of hiding suddenly undone.
But, we all rot together, eventually eaten.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
~ for Angela Scuteri ~
Cancer cells bloom and open
their capsules split apart
and spit the pips
on the red tide.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC