Sunday, February 19, 2012

Some inheritance from Adam
of serotonin flowing like mud
- a craving for a drug.
And, like chromosomes
still seen by science
a microscope, DNA
sequenced in absence of proof
of Hebraic certainties.
I do not know where
this thing comes from.
Or, why I can only take a pill,
spill some wine, feel a body.
Now I dream of a cure.

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