Actin Filament Map

  reach    
  my   all
  fingers   that
ancient out   pins
sea my   the
of fingers lightning soul
fortunate reaching signals  
mishaps   the  
    end,  
  we yet  
  don't a  
  mind wound we
it   in don't
may   the mind
form   beginning  
all     into
things: a   the
the single linking larger
brain, screw our darkness
the of fingers: where
ice, flesh gut there
the is us, is
tree   stuff no
    us light
      but
      for
      the
      eye.

 

-Alexa Punnamkuzhyil

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