Cell-Will - A Poem


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
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.