My Blood Calculated

My blood calculated The width and diversity of my body My hopeless spirit level My anchor placing sunken paws Into the grips of the dirty earth. I have grown like good stock And unhinged myself of My restraints and set foot Before foot and conquored a gait. My body all the while A little box Full of grey bric-a-brac. I have manipulated my mouth To mutter animal sounds And pieces of precious code That the others can understand. These pictures fluctuate and flutter Painted inside my head A screen of endless manufacture And invisible machines which Surely stand higher than a god. My blood calculated And my evolution continues Locked and stifled On the sacred ancient ground Where we bury our dead And build our cityscapes.