A new thing comes
from all things: what were
we before they gave us
science?
Wherever we go, there
is conversion; I have
struggled to be what
you had hoped-
simple, free,
immaculate.
Torn from seclusion,
an oyster scraped and
eaten from its jagged shell
leaving only hollow
outlines of our missing
bodies; I have struggled
not to be what is
missing, but what is
touched and travels.
Afterward, the molecule
unwinds and passes on
its fiery promise.
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