Requiem For A Million Cells
I drift in crowds.
I glimpse the dark echo of my face in a window.
It looks old.
I am old.
How did this happen?
Cells fragment.
They hold aloft loved structures,
this dusty cathedral,
monument to our every experience.
This web of tiny animals,
our always-friends
who live and die for us,
yet never know us.
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