Microscopic armies clash,
silent until I cough.
The universe seeks the life of my form,
my protoplasm, my individual identity.
The universe will always win
the final war, but
these small battles are mine,
gaining humility and wisdom
to give back as I discorporate.
I am a lens through which
intensities pass.
What I mean is art.
It’s a fair trade.
(en.wikipedia.org)
Narble Furt Lives 
Beautifully written
Thanks, Chris. I stole the ‘intensities’ line from Lidia Yuknavitch, with a slight alteration. But it’s amazing what cold medicine will do to a guy’s imagination.
Cold medicine doesn’t enhance my creativity, it just makes me sleepy! 🙂 Very, very nice!
I’ve been known to collect altered states. 🙂
Wonderful!
Thank you, Cindy.