Pulsing through each corner and curve
flowing into everythere simultaneously.
Pushing outward
unending for a time,
to the tips of my fingers, tingling and humming.
Speaking in my brain and humming at my ears,
determined essence, hemoglobin carriage,
rising to fill in an autonomic tumescence,
subterranean,
reptilian,
with a fallacious but firm resolution,
seeking only propagation and continuation
of these, and solely these, corpuscles
Mid-Aged Poetry 