What they don’t tell you in school,
while you’re trying to remember
the difference between prophase and metaphase
chromosomes and chromatin
is that really
biology isn’t science
biology is life


See, divorce
divorce is like mitosis
slow to start, but quick to finish

Begins at prophase
when conflicts arise as your family’s nucleolus,
your family’s unity
disappears

Your carefree life, your chromatin,
coil and change
become tight, tense chromosomes

Outside forces, mitotic spindles,
residing in the cytoplasm
start creeping towards your parents
to separate their souls

Metaphase:
you’re all lined up
single file
ready for battle

Centrosomes, middles of each new life,
poised opposing each other
with their spindles latched onto you kinetochore, your middle,
like a dog with it’s leash

Anaphase:
everything separates,
your world’s torn apart
and you’re left silently
watching
alone
as your sister is torn from your life

Telophase:
the pain starts to lessen
as you uncoil
and your broken family’s nuclear membrane
begins to reform

Once the paper’s are signed
once the cell’s wall’s rebuilt
your old life is over
and the process
it’s finished

See, they don’t tell you
don’t think you need to know
that
divorce is simply biology
and
mitosis
well, it’s life

The interphase of our love was sweet,
We grew, we learnt and fought on repeat!

In the prophase of our affair,
We became more aware;
Of the disappearance of our doubts.
Trust, like chromosomes was visible throughout!

The metaphase was all about balance,
Time, career and some semblance.
We appeared strong to the world's eye;
But to be honest, it was more of a lie!

The anaphase marked our splitting!
When heartbreak poems and sad songs seemed fitting.
We drifted apart to the opposite poles,
Lamenting the loss of each-other's soul.

By the end of the telophase, our fates were sealed;
Our story was forever concealed,
The new lives we built had everything new,
Yet we were one with remnants askew!


Our DNA may one day become free of each-other,
Till then we shall continue to be miserable individually together!

Science is the understanding that nothing is lost,
But everything winds down.

There is no beauty in science, some said, no art.
I refused: Some, God, silent doctor waiting at the door-
I refuse.

There is only this tragic struggle:
Your heart, carrying all the implications
Of a watch left in desert, must eventually fail to keep time.
I would know why the stitches that wound our heels,
Blossoms of Achilles, are the heart’s most desperate gestures.

I want to look at your heart, hearts.
Aspiring a capella,
The down-singing choir in my hand, your heart reveals.

First, I must understand the laws of motion,
Wave-forms, cryptic anatomy of silence and not-silence,
Only in your mind, your body is a law unto itself.

First, the Archaea, frustrating enigma that never speaks.
“Where did you come from?” I asked.  
You smiled, as if I were asking
Who of us is more than water?
Why aren’t the stars alive?

Selfishly, our endosymbiosis called its questions as demands.
How can this work?
You look like someone I knew before…
I want.
You cannot leave.

I must submit to examination.
The machine will tell us if my heart speaks in murmurs,
But not if I am heavier than a feather,
Not if we did or didn’t know what we were doing.
You invited me in, and it was raining so I stayed.

We violated the lens, spoke too longingly of light.
You saw the defined spaces between the foam.
In a tangle of bed linens, I dreamed of pulsing Farandolae,
Paired for synapsis, migrating to the metaphase plate,
Ripped from sound’s embrace by their reluctant roots.


*I will be vaccinated against harm, but not shadows, not time.

H C = C = O
...2
Ethenone.
Formal term for Ketene.
a Colorless gas at Standard Temperature &Pressure; with a sharp irritating odour,
Not much far closer,
from our love, meaningless at Social Technical Policy, boring like an unpaid decoder.
•• ••
O = C = O CO2
•• ••
I was wrong to would've apprehended of Hour Love as carbon dioxide ,
Naturally occuring in time, with two double bonded souls to a single heart.
S = <3 = S , in a lovical formular,
Soul = Heart = Soul.

Or did we undergo Mitosis?
Where we were processed and divided into a sequence of four phases..
Prophase our love appeared tenacious,
Metaphase we lined up portraying our sentiments in the middle of the terrestrial sphere
**** Walther Flemming for creating
Anaphase because that's when we split up
And Telophase made **** sure that we are sealed in different new terra firms

H ...H
...\ /
....O
H ...O - Water
...2
We were like
Water and Oxygen,
Without each other nothing was possible,
because without water we could die.

I Thought Love Was Science,
I think I was Right.

I see you there,
Shooting winks across the crowded room
With your stammer,
That pause,
The way you hammer me
Another cause
To fiend,
For your lollipop of dreams

You know that hip swag,
That 1950s curtsy,
You
Whisper in my ear while
Wearing your mothers hand me down charm,
That
Calms frenzies
Made up of previous
"Not tonight’s",
"My friend will get mad’s",
"And you’re too drunks"

Well I’ve bit my lip thru in frustration,
Temptation is bleeding,
The sensation of needing
You
Is like life needs sun,
Like spiritual beings need manna,
I’m on my knees girl
You’re the Ilsa to my Casablanca,
Your smile injected me
With 3000 cc
Of euphoric nostalgia,
And now it’s my turn,
To
Leave your body quivering, dizzy,
Like standing on the tippy top of
An ancient Egyptian Temple dizzy,
That free spirited little girl
Spinning in a field dizzy,
I wanna leave your clittertips tingling,
Till next 4th of July.

Just lay down,
With your head on my chest,
And listen to heartbeats
The syllables of your name,
Until I penetrate,
And spend hours,
Bringing you to a cataclysmic ******
That will realign the juxtaposition,
Of our entire solar system,
Our dreams will intertwine with reality,
And fantasy will animate,
The moon will dance with the sun,
And embrace the sky,
In an eclipse of lust,
Casting purple, gentle stillness,
We’ll cause an apocalypse,
Decimation of your insides,
Your eyes,
Will widen like skydiving
Over a volcano

In the candlelight,
Your silhouette is that of a seraph,
But I will perish
The halo,
And cherish
The moment,
You cross over from that
Innocent Angel,
To my lustrous Lucifer

I’ll show you just how deep
Your wells of walls of passion push,
I mean love so tender,
The fascination will fall off the bone,
If you thought Krueger’s victims
Were begging for mercy,
You have no idea

I’ll show you why the 1-2 domino
Is called 3 the hard way

We’re gonna redefine dripping,
Teeth fingers gripping,
Sipping the supple dipping,
Till pillows are ripping,
And the floating feathers tickle your skin,
In thousands of pocket sized *******

The resonance of moans
Will cause monsoons in Thailand,
I will caress and cushion
Your convulsing craze,
With the ****** of memories of days
Glazed in planetary realigned metaphase

Leave you stranded on a plateau,
In the company of
Isis, Venus, and Aphrodite,
Rhythm and motion will defy,
Universal rules,
The smooth,
Transition,
To heavenly disposition,
Will overpower the sensation of nuclear fission,
Never again will u be on that mission,
Wishing, you knew,
What a frenzied ****** tastes like,
Just one night of delight

All because I see you there
Shooting winks across the crowded room