Cell-Will - A Poem

Cell-Will

Cell-will is always free
To run berserk separately
Once it has been awake.

So my cells shout.
One by one my cells shout.
As if to collapse with noise
Byun-Byun
Strip and then spatter.

Emotion, spirit, grief, love,
Death and the will.

Element: Not enough.
Life-force: Not enough.

Going broke, my cells,
Resonating, without resonate,
Crying out; it hurts, it's sore.