Cells,
core encased in a membrane Engineer
each of us is alone with its own biology,
with your physiology.
All are drawn forward, constantly changing gears
progressive.
Lonely and lost on their way
owners of a personal sound,
owners of their engine.
The heat of a town full of swarming cells, vibrant,
makes me think of hell. All
move and live in the illusion of dance on harmony ...
teeming traffic, yes, but still, they dance on the spot
congested with each other, as parts of a single trapped
efficient machine with the "option" of a spaceship,
blocked at one point.
Eva
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