our bodies talk in chemical clauses silently

constructing

 a life for us,  constellations

unseen even through closed eyes

though we sense the windmills and

the air at the heart.

 

Aliens within lose face or take charge

commandeer

our inner sanctums under who knows what control?

Then  the invaders muster their forces

for our corruption

wherefore

the hospital lies in wait.

wherein

                       firm gripped by expert dealers in fate

                       prodded measured invaded

                       discussed prepared declared

as in Fritz Lang's Metropolis

                       stage managed

a human cause giving thought for pause.

A mystery of reaction propagation

factions formulae disguised as reason

held accountable by our presence

                         conveyed displayed

                         supported before God willing

we are              adjusted redeemed

                         kept steady by intake flushed scavenged

                         saved challenged

then

 

Sail on you boyos with the trade winds at your backs

across the choppy seas of destiny with provisions on board

 

we hope to see you no more.