the biological garden - homeostasis
hands tremor at the ding,
analytical thoughts flash,
reasoning for the beam
but can’t get any words out,
it’s something about you.
body hangs off the moon,
take me back to the garden,
thorns prick fingers and
crimson drips and rushes down,
but it’s worth it.
butterflies dance the stomach,
lungs contract and expand easier,
headaches decrease as blood rushes
to other parts of the body,
the pulse brings joy.
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