The liver’s dark and labyrinthine maze,The kidneys’ salt-encrusted, secret springs,Are lit by internal, incandescent rays,That beat like rhythm of a thousand wings.The diaphragm, a bellows for the soul,Expands to draw the heavy history in,Until the fractured fragments are made whole,Beneath the translucent, turgid veil of skin.A metabolic music starts to hum,Within the cathedral of the ribcage wall,To sound the beat of evolution’s drum,And answer back to entropy’s cold call.The Archon smiles to see the puppet stir,In clouds of musk and frankincense and myrrh.
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