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Human



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 

Arts & Culture
Africa
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