The Parts

Does my liver scream or shout,

would he climb a mountain with me?

Do eyelids keep secrets out of light

invisible lines of collision

Do gallbladders giggle or mumble,

are they thrilled to hear from the storm?

Does the space between us sing or whisper

in what language, a code a melody?

What is this rippling stream beneath my skin?

This ocean, these pearls in my bones.

Excitable cells searching for the sun.

Thunder of landform rising above the shore.

Silence of misty sleepy slopes

a local relief.

The great open, walking winds,

creaking corridors

the fact of doors

within

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