The Fidelity of Transmissions

”Cells, the units of life that compose our bodies, are able to make copies of themselves to help us grow, fight disease and recover from injuries. Cells have built-in mechanisms that maintain
  the fidelity of transmission  
of genetic information from one generation to the next, and to control cell division in a timely manner, allowing our bodies to build or rebuild various tissues.”

~~~
when the poetry cri de cœur grows unbearable ,
sound mystery-science calms his tumbling transcendency

alas, here too, his ears sit up straight when stumbling on a invitation to
“come write,” for hid within the science jargon, oft rests a snipers shot

redirecting the didactic mind back to the
everyman’s land where-poetry cells split,,
commanding him to delve into, visit new brain wrenching vistas
“the fidelity of transmission”
at its macro level, for science is micro-poetry,^
n’est-ce pas

~~~
when you love another
the transmission is a slow pour,
or a radical jarring,
the fidelity extremely extraordinarily variable

the loveliest unpredictable

the sip sip of eyelid kissing adoration,
the irrational irrigation of the no-space-between,
when the television remote disappears in the couch crack,
the screen, complete static, perfect complement, to a rigorous experiment of

the loveliest unpredictable

we manually conjoin fluids in her mouth’s petri dish,
stain the slide for observation,
in full Imax color observe the cells busting and doesy-do’ing over to
a new partner, where bonds of fidelity attach a partnership clause to

the loveliest unpredictable

when a child emerges, the first words are
find that remote, just kidding, first comes a comestible demand,
mother’s milk 98 degree heated,
feed me a white solution to any unanswered cell’s questions, what a

loving predictive predicate

scribble this, ****** that, change a diaper,
while debating whose baby’s assemblage resembles,
overjoyed at the experimental outcome,
proofs of the fidelity of transmission,
the outcome notated, but science demands no bias confirmation,
another test required of tissue rebuilding

the loveliest unpredictable

~~~

^postscript
for is He not laureate greatest poet of all,
developer of the scientific architecture,
inventor of varietal sunsets, moonscapes,
individualized singularity of snowflakes,
love making, gravity and the preprogrammed death
of your own cells,
etcetera etcetera etcetera
all just poetry in motion in fluidity,
ah, fidelity fidelity
fidelity

If one considers the tesseract  as a worm hole that gets stronger as it traverses the distance traveled time spent to become the clairaudience clairvoyance of astral projection’s existential extremity……..I mean like what is the nature of  exigence exodus’s exponentially extemporaneous.  I mean given that  infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence’s omniscience and we are but a refractively reflective embodiment  of its integrable form’s extant:   the residual harmonic vibrations of kinetic supremacy’s trajectory.  
        
So I ask again “Is intellectual sentience the catalyst for the evolution of God?”  Perhaps if we all practice zoomorphic zoolatry on the social contiguities of demagoguery the vicarious recalcitrance of its objectified manifest's dimensional delineations will raise us all to new heights of enigmatism.  
       
 But no, we are but relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity.  We’re not capable of transmuting  our environment with the imbue in the exude of our emote, despite the concoctions we xenobiotic prosthesis.  We are incapable of interceding en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit.  We don’t amount to the seven five six-y on it to eight.  We are more the four-ness of three given the two-y-ness of one.  The 3D macro of the fecundity of micro’s induction's fertility.  

I submit:  
  
“Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to its progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to its innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of its conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of its relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.”  

And

“As the relative complexity of its interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of its conjunction yet the totality of its ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .”

And

Given the theory of ultimate entropy and the probable cyclic nature of existence……and given that there probably was no beginning so therefore an eternity has already passed, ”I have a theory: This spatiotemporal fecundity, this creationism occurs at such an imperceptible rate that positive eons of quadrillions of ages must pass in order for the cosmos to replenish its stockpile of physical matter (possibly matter without atomic structure as we know it) so that a new cycle of infinite big bangs in infinite space can occur.”

       Yes, it seems that basic gravity has extent on the extremity.  Huge sections of it slowly implode until the compression causes a singularity, or so it would seem.  Who knows, perhaps some of these big bangs have different periodic tables than ours.  I mean why would they all be the same, given that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence’s ubiquity.  
      
I like to think I cerebral cortex ****** matrix resemble but there’s a vast difference between relative rationality and rational relativity.  Noumenal sentience’s semantic regalia is incorporeity ideology’s platonic proxy incarnate for after all what is the nature of problematic prosthesis to mystic symbiotics?  
      
Protractive analyses of dimensional delineation are in order.  The basic fecundity of spatiotemporal telemetry’s virility had an exogamy with the infinite vastness and the inky blackness.  It’s some pretty inimitable stuff, trajectory extant and all.  
      
So, back to the tesseract perhaps the creativities of imagination’s immaturities are teleportational  translucence to transcendency  verve.  Then again perhaps we are corporeally preternatural finites and adjunctly  juxtapositional is beyond our metaphysical mystique………I like to think not!!!  Tesseract.

( Hello Poetry style )

:::::

& as I wander midst the the darkened days

and the MOON

( my love ! )

How you fill my fearful soul

With the twisted logic of my deepening

Transcendency

For in the callused hands of verdant spring

The old peasant wanders past the memories

Of hot high school girls !

//

We are nought but this

Lost in the maze of raucous simplicity

Descending into the dark recesses

Of heaven

And the mating call of birds

Crying out for angels

To ease

The pangs of summer slumber

And the song of limping mountains

As they sing

To the stars

//

//

We

Soft and true

Die constantly in misery

In the peace

Of your velvet sunrise

And the greatness of the poets

Whom we all adore

If one considers the tesseract  as a worm hole that gets stronger as it traverses the distance traveled time spent to become the clairaudience clairvoyance of astral projection’s existential extremity……..I mean like what is the nature of  exigence exodus’s exponentially extemporaneous.  I mean given that  infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence’s omniscience and we are but a refractively reflective embodiment  of its integrable form’s extant:   the residual harmonic vibrations of kinetic supremacy’s trajectory.  
        
So I ask again “Is intellectual sentience the catalyst for the evolution of God?”  Perhaps if we all practice zoomorphic zoolatry on the social contiguities of demagoguery the vicarious recalcitrance of its objectified manifest's dimensional delineations will raise us all to new heights of enigmatism.  
      
But no, we are but relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity.  We’re not capable of transmuting  our environment with the imbue in the exude of our emote, despite the concoctions we xenobiotic prosthesis.  We are incapable of interceding en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit.  We don’t amount to the seven five six-y on it to eight.  We are more the four-ness of three given the two-y-ness of one.  The 3D macro of the fecundity of micro’s induction's fertilities.


I submit:  
  
“Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to its progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to its innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of its conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of its relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.”  

And

“As the relative complexity of its interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of its conjunction yet the totality of its ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .”

And

Given the theory of ultimate entropy and the probable cyclic nature of existence……and given that there probably was no beginning so therefore an eternity has already passed, ”I have a theory: This spatiotemporal fecundity, this creationism occurs at such an imperceptible rate that positive eons of quadrillions of ages must pass in order for the cosmos to replenish its stockpile of physical matter (possibly matter without atomic structure as we know it) so that a new cycle of infinite big bangs in infinite space can occur.”


       Yes, it seems that basic gravity has extent on the extremity.  Huge sections of it slowly implode until the compression causes a singularity, or so it would seem.  Who knows, perhaps some of these big bangs have different periodic tables than ours.  I mean why would they all be the same, given that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence’s ubiquity.  
      
I like to think I cerebral cortex ****** matrix resemble but there’s a vast difference between relative rationality and rational relativity.  Noumenal sentience’s semantic regalia is incorporeity ideology’s platonic proxy incarnate for after all what is the nature of problematic prosthesis to mystic symbiotics?  
      
Protractive analyses of dimensional delineation are in order.  The basic fecundity of spatiotemporal telemetry’s virility had an exogamy with the infinite vastness and the inky blackness.  It’s some pretty inimitable stuff, trajectory extant and all.  
      
So, back to the tesseract perhaps the creativities of imagination’s immaturities are teleportational  translucence to transcendency  verve.  Then again perhaps we are corporeally preternatural finites and adjunctly  juxtapositional is beyond our metaphysical mystique………I like to think not!!!  Tesseract.

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Pound it again and again
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As you pull at my heavy voluptuous jugs
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Let me feel your smooth *** groove
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Romance me, lay into my gayness
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Let me fantasize about your violent enticing delight
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How your massive juicy nuts

Rub against the back of my soft delectable thighs
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I cherish your thick *** piece
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You are so ******* bomb
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How you pin me down
Pour out your lecherous lekker leche
All over my mind-blowing five-star rearguard

I crave to escape to the gateway to your heart and soul
To feel your rock-solid  showstopping architecture
To embrace your graceful, tasteful space
My fragrant radiant gallant
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Probe your globe, console your dopeness
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So thirsty for your imperious immersiveness
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That leads me into your hypnotically
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I treasure your gaudy marvy amorosity
Like a masterful nostalgic slow jam
I peep at your flashy platinum heat
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That makes my head bop to your tip-top wonderment

You are a beautifully bewitching bon viveur
A treasurable pleasure lover
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That opens the door to totally gratifying
And extraordinary rewards
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A bedazzling and enrapturing bad boy
Million-dollar macho boss
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Irresistibleness that makes me wanna
Chill in the dark with your royally
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I sink into your limitlessly
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An ****** hypnotic smokaholic
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The best, aesthetic, and most iridescent treasure
Embroidered with extra evocative edginess

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Harmonious and joyous music to my ears
With an extravagant and intoxicating ambiance
Endless sinuous supremeness
That never fails to amaze me in every way

There are moments when I feen
For a chance for you to romance
My brilliant significant existence
Dive into your fervent headline-worthy wonderland
Where your dreamy-scented transcendency
Entrances the depths of my benevolent reverent feminineness

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With all-out ardent content
That sends me into the hottest all-star alternate universe
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In the incomparable magical January
Sojourning in your shareable worshipful mantuary

I yearn to marry your mad merry rarity
Taste your uncontestable edible lips
Trace your sheer, beardiful, and imperial beard
With my cleverly incredible and velvet hands
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Your distinct, elegant eyebrows

Kiss the shimmering surface
Of your forehead and temples
Feel the eternal effervescent rhythm
Of your intriguing and thrilling virility
Voyaging to the core
Of my foxy four-star flawlessness

He makes me feel like I’m blooming to completion
In his summer flames of sprightliness, his steady sparks
Filled with ample ardor, giving my body what it desires
The most, the thousand hours and beyond miles of affection
Where your prepossessingness mesmerizes me like
An illumination of stars hovering over my existence

I feel so much freedom in his endless creek of exquisiteness
His gentleness and transcendency, the moon awakened
With scintillating sensitivities, emblazoning my mind
Guiding me to the river of your soul where you kiss me
Reverently, make me unabridged in all the fondness
You feel my flesh with as I rest soothingly in your palace

Your transcendency had me
Had me wrapped in passion
Incapable of evading from you
I thought about kissing your irresistible lips
Wanting to feel everything
I had been missing from you
Wanting to see the sunshine
Surround us as I entered
The entrance of your symphonic heart
Feel the bassline of your nation
The paradise in your fine beard
Gliding into the rhythm of it all
Into your clubbing seduction
Escape into your intoxicating holidays of greatness
Guzzle gin, cuddle my chin
Feel our tongues waltz in utopia
Arriving at a budding love