The veins creep up my arms like weeds
making patterns like roots on a tree
I fold the air into my ribcage
filling my lungs to breaking point
letting my heart brush the gentle movement
then pushing forth the blood of a human being
as it lopes the course of my body
i measure the length of cells
as they take a languid tour of their city
I become myself inside and out
pieces of me physically connect
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