Cool Blood

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                Sizzling Waters

                                Radiant Sun

                                                Breeze of a Million Tickles

                                                                The Sticky Peanut Butter and Jelly

                                                                 Sandwich of gravity and Earth which                                                                  only feels like I’m being propped up

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                To my everlasting internal scaffolding of bone enveloped by organs, flesh and blood which push equals gravity’s pull, except when it’s time to grow

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                To my self-healing, elastic onion layers of wrapping paper skin which have the strength to hold it all together and the flexibility to move as needed

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                To the unknown alchemist who methodically mixes my perfect pot of elemental soup, while executing the precise air traffic control of alphabets in and alphabets out

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                To the automated accordion player always on cue, pulling Os from thin air and releasing them with Cs, the length of whose notes drive the orchestra’s pitch

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                To the one-two beat from the iron pump drummer, going day and night listening attentively to the needs to his neighbors, pumping powerfully when asked and quietly when untasked

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                To the drummer’s cousins, the non-stop nannies never complaining while they flush the maestro’s many vices and bad habits

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                To the 90% of the wrinkly gray maestro who takes care of 99% of the coordination and goings on, and would do 100% if the other 10% of him wasn’t too busy to listen.