Flesh and Thought

Roots twist beneath skin,

mycelium murmuring beneath the surface,

sending echoes to dendrites stretched like longing,

mapping dreams into fragile hymns.

Neurons flickering with knowing,

gleaming side by side,

the synaptic baptism of thought.

Blood threads through veins like whispered prayers,

tracing paths of memory I can't name.

Spiders spin in corners of my mind,

webs glimmering with secret architecture,

each filament a pulse,

each pulse a hidden pattern of becoming.

Bone fractals hum with quiet knowing,

every nerve a flicker,

each cell murmurs psalms of origin,

lighting candles for the bones

that carry both decay and divinity.

Chaos bends to geometry,

and I watch it in stillness,

in the suspended silence between thought and being.