in this cruel biology
religion spills between synapses
conversant release of sensational divinity
we cross the bridges of ourselves
speak in the spaces between
scribe being into our minds
all for the devastation of
stringing it all together
we end at our fingertips
catch reason in our
loom of nerve
the body
remembers
it is the reason
why your touch sings
why their fingers sting
why my blood boils
skin is finite
soul is forever
flesh keeps us together
piecemeal salvaged
taken to the temple between ribs
we are servants of translation
never vessels of inertia
change flavors our lifeblood
hence why the thirsty always bleeds
for the body demands it
open your mind
you will not
recognize yourself
if you do not
take yourself apart
and make peace
with the
terror
that
we
are
all
the
same
Ray Hoo is a 20-year-old Singaporean creator who is not afraid to dive deep.
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