a millennia of longing crafted each
perch in the spiral staircase of my
cells:

guarded formulas invoked to spark
dry branch-bark curls into flickering
light,

the connate imperatives of nibbling
anxiety, which gnaw upon the deepened
dusk,

a bare and violent thirst that can
only be slaked by ardent swallows of
affection——

——make mute this crowd of genes;
I am driven deaf by sharp bellows of
ancestry.

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