Non-fiction Poem by Ariel Riveros

The body operates on 

A number of systems

In a sense, we don't know

what a body is or capable of.

From coordinated spacetime

The multiple systems in 

varied and invaried relative

motion senses spacetime

positional and durational

A very large number of

interlaced process occur

Chronologically in

a specified tiny unit

of spacetime a very large number

Of interlacing events internally

And relative to cosmos

With its large number of events 

occuring in the specified tiny unit

of spacetimes. The tiny infinity

in time.

 In a likely infinitely expanding

universe. And everything that 

went into your surface of who you are,

conception in its grand continuance

and the external world that says hello.

And the bad encounters, the explicable

inexplicable experiences. And all the swarming

waves swapping exchange positions with 

rhizomes and because I love sophie but not mondays

Soliton hub originary can knock the Bayes

out of my sails. Extracting abcess, picking lint,

heaving a boulder from deep earth plates. 

Flower cycles obsess-absorb the sun and blaze. 

Closed knit aran skin and I'll fake I know where the Hebrides are. From all the void, breadcrusts in boxes,

an evil spirit charred cornered me seeping volcanic combinations. I know of your joyabouts not it's whereabouts. 

And every type of mutation in the beacon circuit surrenders to the next tiny unit less than just a sense of. And you can prenext with a whip and just-grip. She did a knife trick with aim and wound.