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The Unknown Universe Hidden Within
Beneath the ribs where redshifts gleam,
Dark matter folds through every seam.
Mighty microbial galaxies, mostly unknown,
compose the inner milieu that we own.
Each bug mass there, keeps its almanac,
Turning every meal to feast and snack.
Along peristaltic orbits they glide,
beyond the charts we hide inside.
A million metabolites drift unseen,
through zodiac pathways lying in between;
they tilt the compass of our brain,
and seed our immunity with vague disdain.
No endoscope resolves their skies,
No atlas reveals the truth it denies;
From each galaxy a new myth expands
beyond the reach of digestive glands.
What ancient food trail crossed this sea,
to anchor hidden black stars deep in me?
What ghostly legacy stain still survives,
mapped in those forgotten ancestral lives?
Wild roots, leaves, and berries rare,
can seed bounteous new galaxies to share;
in raw, unprocessed, earth-born fare,
when newborn nebulae can gather there.
Perhaps, fresh foods eaten by vegan or omnivore,
will shift the measured health score
beyond the eclipse of sickness concealed,
when junk food orbits remain unhealed.
When every internal galaxy is well known,
and every stellar microbe called, can atone;
the unknown universe will be our guest,
at the cosmic food table where we digest.
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