CELLULAR TRANSCRIPTION
The ebb and flow
Of the storm;
Overhead crackles
And flashes of movement
While
The vacant crucible
Sits and ponders
The shell fluid
In motion,
Transmitting and morphing
Signaling.
The rash of messages
On passages that move,
The hum of machinery.
Action and reaction
Touch and turn
Each touch a turn
Molecules within
Molecules around
Floating, ethereal.
Each molecule, a war
And peace within.
Captured in time,
Enslaved to the cause
Of motion.
Some blessed to grow
Others to cease.
Some move
Others stand
Some change
Others hide,
Some ugly in folds
Reveal beauty in action
Others ethereal in looks
Time lingers
As each motion intensifies
The girding machine rumbles
In silence.
There are no cynics
No arbiters
Only touch and go
And time.
The epi on genes
Like an umbrella
Of shades.
A fountain
Of truths.
Of present and days of yore
Of futures to be realized
Of stories yet to be told.
Sunk in the touch.
How this fits
And that doesn't
How this molds
And that swims away.
Motion, is all
Yet all is in mirth.
Transcribing they touch
The actions of another.
In so doing, death
In so doing, birth.
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