what do we know
of our unlit interiors
vital with viscera
organs comprising
our personal engines
of private biology
pumping and beating
secreting absorbing
digesting and dreaming
specialized structures
performing the various
work of existence
these canopic entities
own their own destinies
run to exhaustion
foreclose on their
functions unfazed by
the will of their host
setting off a grave
chain of events that
will threaten survival
more often than not
way too soon for
an unprepared soul
You just can’t resist being visceral, can you . . . [Smile!]
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Funny comment!
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anatomy of a worder
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I believe The Soul is ALWAYS PREPARED
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you must have a better class of friends
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Not really. Some of my friends have recently been added to My Shit List.
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Innards functioning then failing at a pace…fascinating take…great stuff
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a bit of geriatric pathology
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“A grave chain of events” Lovely play on words here.
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thanks kindly
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Dear Paul, you never cease to amaze me, sir. The eclectic content is beyond impressive.
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I’m easily distracted
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As a biology nerd, I thoroughly loved this
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much appreciated
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Thanks Paul, for the biologically rhythmic bit of transcendence out of just gut.
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you are quite welcome – I’m pleased that you enjoyed it
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