laid up with stomach flu
i visualize my body as a corpse
over which that epiphenomenon the soul
rises briefly like a dust devil
while the poor old horse waits
for vultures to carry it aloft
beyond all misery
i visualize my body
as a set of revolving doors
slow and a bit decrepit
through which the universe passes
in all its hurly-burly
doors to a dark metropolis
my microbiome
currently resisting invasion
by some foreign power
nothing is ever pure
everything shines
i am my body visualizing itself
how absurd