to the pulse code.
It pumps
and talks tomorrow.
Entering fiber through
capillary's path,
ears open now. Important
coded blood pumping
heart open,
somehow.
See,
the muscle holds the secret
steel strong
gunpowder
calm.
Ready as a cannon
lit
cocked; now
the white hot pulse speaks
translates in the mirror
some bulge
in the deltoid
reborn.
Sparks
in clay of flesh
florescent.
Reflections are translations.
Bump
in the fat vein
biceps
bump
bump.
River in clay of flesh.
Muscle is the secret
bedrock shifts.
Oh joy,
The Word
forever pounds the fiber full.
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