My nightmares consists of tangled wishes
of Triple helicle threads,
similar to ones Ramachandran and Kartha witnessed,
those looping nylon braids tug at my bleeding head,
like old telephone wires they wrap around my fingers, but they feel as heavy as chains,
as beautiful as knitted wool, I wonder if I really want to escape.

I lock myself in compartments as small as a cell (eukaryotic cell = 10-20 um)
There, people dissect my little home, in search
Robert hooke(1665), Schleiden(1838), Schwann(1839) and Rudolf (1855)
they were all once my friends,
before they could not keep
the secrets of my livelihood
that I naively trusted with them

but I despise the most, Robert Brown
he touched me , soothingly
So I let him inside my layers of protection
(glycocalyx, cell wall , cell membrane)
so he could discover my core
my heart , 1831
that is when , for the first time
I realised, humans only know to exploit love
they exploit life, searching for it's reason,
for it's cause
they believe in superior beings to console themselves
that in a relative world
they are microscopic too

Therefore, I developed another variant
my nucleolus wasn't anymore lacking a membrane
The structure was similar, but I learned to envelope more lessons (organelles)
An ecosystem now thrives within my endomembrane
most things remain covered, safe from outer bodies
I selectively pick my people
The emotions that I once held within, now I'm not as afraid to showcase them even if briefly (peripheral proteins)
But my moral proteins are integral

It's alright, the composition of 52% protein with 40% lipid is where I found my perfect match
Singer and Nicholson, I found out, unlike my exes, they understand me well
1972, I'm doing better too
My heart's no more strained by
the artificial dyes (chromatin), but it
doesn't mean I forgave Flemming
or many others before and after him.

It's just that now, I understand
many people had no idea,
about my importance
The million years of my evolutions
were invisible to their eyes
My miraculous body, my life reproducing mechanism was insignificant to their standard thinking
they poked metals, because they could not hear the screams, when my RNA and proteins tried escaping my nuclear pore, as painfully, they witnessed the ripping apart of my soul

what importance is a cell's life ,
unless it's unicellular and the first primitive one against the shore of a non living world

what importance is a cell's life
when the world that originated out of it, decomposes back to black unmoving bodies

unthinkable
unlively
non-emotive

but I forgave everyone,
for abundance of hatred for once, I know could be cancerous...






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