I am a eukaryotic cell with various organelles,
I am present in various shapes of stellate, spherical and knob threads.
Nucleus is my brain,
Which has karyolymph and a nuclear membrane.
Closer to it, lies the ER which spreads like a huge network,
And carries out its repair work.
Beside ER lies the flattened sacs of Golgi Bodies,
Which performs the job of storing and packing proteins.
Lysosomes are fearless protectors,
Who act upon the worn out cell parts acting as dispensers.
I gain all my power from the ATP molecules released by mitochondria,
The power house of every cell body.
This is how I am able to perform all life processes,
For I have my special jewels, my cell organelles.
~Deveshi Hans
Close up,
one eye is pinned against the lens
of a freshly sweat-slickened microscope,
while the other eye winks;
equal in effort of support,
they strain to penetrate
the thickened surfaces of initial green,
finally revealing a sturdy complex
of slack-lipped pores.
Each industrial stomata
gaping as a gateway for gas exchange,
guarded
by pairs of protective cells
poised
to regulate the flow of air,
one after the other.
Swoosh of greater magnification exposes
the guardians, shaped like common kidney beans,
ridges and grooves of pigments
circling around like bubbles of starch,
migratory as morning mist.
Inside this plastid factory of synthesis,
even greener dots of color fill
the organelles,
powerhouses of observable DNA machinery
relentlessly persisting,
regardless of the shifting scale
of perspective
up Close.
I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,
fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.
On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.
What’s a cell without its membrane?
A bulbous mass of uhck?
A strung-out sea that’s ever-expanding?
An ugly pile of gook?
Does it know where proteins go?
Are signals always mistook?
Do organelles discombobulate
And invaders overlook?
Can it feel? Can it fathom?
Does it know which way is up?
Is a formless blob of matter
Anything but gobbledygook?
I am a civilized animal, just like you
My brain works a bit better than a computer
In terms of obeying human moral
My heart circulates blood transporting oxygen and nutrients
To every little cell that comprised of molecules and organelles
Made by materials
My life works strictly this way nothing special
Only the love to my kind seemed to be unusual
The last words if I have to summarize are that
I love you
Endlessly
(Unfinished)
It could also be a return to something simple,
a world of closed loops
where kinks and corners weren't invented,
where animals mixed and organelles
slipped through each other,
eating inside each other
within impossible rooms of gelatin.
Out here, we hold the line
cold and fast. We lock and crimp sharp.
The circle is only an ideal we can't match.
The thought comes up
from the tube of body and brain.
And I want to make vows.
Promises give bones to my ameboid nature,
freeze me into a shape. Keep time from
spreading me.
I can imagine leaning back
into someone I can trust,
someone loyal. I would vow first,
pledge allegiance, then
assume it would forever be
the same and equal, a stasis.
Days would pass and pass,
morning first judgements,
afternoon fulfillments,
evening muddled driftings
and slow, graceful nights.
No grabby
Material axis-
Astounded this fundamental
Fact of blistering depth-
How meaning wraps inside
Taking hold as you open
A netting to be grazed
By the spirit of nuance
Our fruit grabbing, knee jerk flattered
And upward rejection keeps
Consciousness at its sliver
Like Pavlovian organelles
Somewhere back the atom-split
Nietzschean absurdity left
Our borders bulging
With nothing left to do
Assuming inherent harmonics
Reapply the will to grace
Re-energizing a forgotten fate
And capturing passion
On this expanding phoenix
So small, one could not possibly imagine............
That you could represent life.....
you contain so many organelles..........
but one of the most inportant
is DNA....
DNA is replicated, transcribed and translated
into messages.........
The result structures of cells that make
you you..............
That you are you and no one else..........
A defining moment.......
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