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How to Have a Heartbeat 
I am so far apart from my body,
So deep within my own self,
That I can no longer touch my own skin;
That the six feet of DNA in each of my cells
Has uncoiled from around their hardworking histones
And been unzipped
And deconstructed.
My body is one single overlapping line,
One continuous directional path
To blue eyes and strong legs and a strange mind.
And as the methodically wound yarn unravels and flattens itself into obscurity,
My life falls away from me
Like zooming out from a satellite image,
Until houses and streets become another innocuous shade of green.
The immaculate system of life unwinds from within me
Until my heart forgets how to have a heartbeat,
And my blood forgets how to be blood,
And my tongue forgets how to taste,
And it is all somehow both utterly obsolete and still completely, fantastically,
Universal.


Unravel
Unravel is the most beautiful word.
The most beautiful part of being;
The final state of coming together.
The only shared experience of all things both still and living,
Of stars and clouds and puddles and people.
The trees in the yard unravel,
Become peaches and cherries and leaves,
Become firewood,
Become oxygen.
The wood unravels to become fire,
The fire unravels to become smoke.
Imagine the undecided infinity:
Before it was wound up,
Before it was water,
Before it was air.
When all of it was all of it
And each piece was both above and below.
Each piece was, all at once,
In between, and outside of, and within itself.

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