This cellular leaking
in no particular order
is so kindly clogging arteries
That cellular speaking
in no particular language
is so gently confusing articulation
what would I want with me if marooned on a desert island?
why marooned? Why not another colour? And why is it a desert island?
Those cellular creakings
in no particular cadence
humming a quiet laugh
of another challenge translational,
in other words
Where art thou poem?
why can’t it be a dessert island?