NaPoWriMo Poem for April 18

avalanche of life

there’s a traffic jam on the corpuscular freeway
platelets block the venous road
and the bacterial taggers are snagged by the whiteys
in microville

joy in microville
the patch did its job and will dissolve
project lumberaround is in no danger

all the littleys are constantly jerked around
but no notice is taken
it’s a matter of random and into each sublife
brownian movement falleth

sublife in its avalanche
teeming flora jazzedup fauna
dart and swish and skid and slide
consume and subsume disappear with no goodbye

no questions asked
nor submind to ask them

but you’d swear someone’s nodding contentedly


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