D. P. Camejo Sanchez
disease acquiescence

well-working-human bodies have
internal universes with trillions of stars— imagine canopus, vega, rigel
fireworks & firecrackers
sparklers & spinners

their bodies are home galaxies filled of
sapphire-winter-mood comets & crossettes
nerves & veins that light up like cosmic tree vines
overflowing memories which splash revelations &
keep clever systems running— subatomic battles to wake each organ
& keep them vital

    mine is formed by tarnished shafts & beaten unlit roots       sandstorms & fruitless valleys   parched nerves & bruised joints                   within infinite tunnels of wastelands
my dormant soul lies deep
inside what once was an everlasting oasis
with shattered bones & frozen flesh
it aches—its light flickers
on the verge of surrender
in the cold corners of an old
& ill body