Don't you dare think I have my sh*t together

2/5/2024 a new poem and some nerd humor

Body as Billboard

Con/Jur/d, 2/5/2024

Thru the belly button, the marvelously intricate

(and implicit) corded, branched

umbilicus-network we’re connected to every Buddha

every every who has ever lived - don’t make the mis -

take

mistake(n), the ur-mother was a hominid, or even mammalian

(or even of Earth)

the externalized cellular internal folding, started unfurling

in the swirling

swirling of the pretide tide pool, a function of physic

from the whirling, the spiraling

gravitational tether

the same disturbance, eventually agitating

arising, self organizing, evolving complexity

novelty, the same carbon thread in you, me

a carrot, a duck, a squid, a slime mold

even if   (that old game)

panspermia isn’t true in the specific

(although

it is likely to be factual

without needing  true/false) labels

intrinsically it was forged in the same

smithy as all-and-all visible things

illuminated by the very ore from which

it was created

YOU ARE A BEING OF LIGHT

don’t let yourself be

covered in advertisements

by other

                (wants and)

DESIRES

Your body is not a billboard

   unless, empty of labels

YOU

want it (to be).

And now for something very different: I spent about 15 minutes watching Elle Cordova today, and the universe is a better place. So it might be enjoyable for y’all as well. After sig.