My cell is part of a living animal, plant
or alien. I traveled 1,000’s of years at
the speed of light —
My cell is the shore, pounding is the
roaring sea, a lifetime spent seeking
No longer a cell, this place in my
imagination, every thought and idea
passes before me in the night, painted ink
upon a forest and I find that now,
It’s my turn.
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