This cellular leaking

in no particular order

is so kindly clogging arteries

and/or

maybe veins.

 

That cellular speaking

in no particular language

is so gently confusing articulation

and/or

maybe strains

of thought

what would I want with me if marooned on a desert island?

why marooned? Why not another colour? And why is it aย desertย island?

 

Those cellular creakings

in no particular cadence

surreptitiously ambulating

in veins

and/or

not.

 

Heart’s cells

humming a quiet laugh

in recognition

of another challenge translational,

in other words

confused.

Where art thou poem?

 

why can’t it be aย dessert island?