Am I the Only One to Think It’s Crazy

https://insitze.com/blog-posts/ Am I the only one to think it’s crazy To dream of Mars in a deep marble lapis?To think stars are as seedsSlumbering in secret merrimentThat the fallen of them are not a faultBut a fruit of their own folly?To let them beIf for nothing else than to enrichThis ink-deep dark-sea splash partyAs one who might wish upon a story? Am I the only one to think it’s crazyHow both myth and mythos reside in the insides of the body?Like bellows, our lungs pumping air out and inPassing ancient bloodstream rituals spun thick and thinMolecular seiges—Troy told through the tale of a tumorEpicurus, the epidermis—embers bygone limerence humorsThis Herculean yet tender venture of holding another human hand in loveAnd Cassiopeia cells held tight as bulwarks on behalf of vanity to biology. To think it’s crazy there could exist such a paltry concept as “dirt poor”?Provided dirt is an expression of what’s most abundant and rich in this worldEven as the Dirtless Rich soil the…