Human 

I am a congealed mass of rotting flesh 

In scorching heat, I melt 

I am a blend of sputum, blood and urine 

In stabbing cold, I am sold fatty tissue, green mucus, phlegm

Beneath, a network or processes and synapses 

I am bones, held together by a magic I barely understand 

One day, these bones will dry and wither to dust 

I am pervious; what happens around me infects me 

What happens within can end me 

A fragile dichotomy 

Within me is an entire universe 

I am the greatest illusion I will never fully understand, or own 

But, when loved, the greatest joy I will ever know 

The call me human, but I am divine. 

Laa'iqah SeedSower