My body of government
is not in control.
The Democratic Unknown
stirs in the center 
of my body, 
widens and unfurls,
directs its constituents
like the conductor
of an internal orchestra.
 
The Song of the Cell 
emits the inaugural address
that tunes each instrument –
 
Hear in the light
Here in the light
Am I in the light?
Can you see me?
Do you understand?
Come closer.
I am the Light
I am the Word.
Every Body,
Circle around.
Can you hear me?
I will lay down for you now
I will demonstrate
Sound is the Light
Dwell in delight
Look at that.
 
The Song swims behind 
and above and all around 
the twisting and untwisting
of the heart,
the spiraling of the blood,
the involutions of the brain
and peristalsis of the intestines,
the fullness of the liver,
the pulsing of the cock 
and the kidneys, the pussy
and the tongue.
 
It sings into the pond 
of the bladder,
the chalice of the uterus,
the flowering of the lungs.
 
It ripples into the filtering
of the lymphs
and the mycelium of the
fascia; 
 
rhythms the fierce sweet
gall bladder, thymus, spleen,
stomach and appendix, 
 
and carries through the shields 
of skin and pericardium
its infinite resonance 
with the serpentine spine.
 
The Song pulls them all
towards itself as they 
with the elements 
and the seasons
celebrate its
symphony
and like a flock 
of migrating birds
tell a story of Health.
 
The story tells of gills 
and wings and fur
and teeth and claws
and scales
and a tail 
that dwell in our cells
and spiral the galaxy
and round the bend
from night to day,
 
keep tilting
in their negotiations
for balance,
seeking belonging,
a home within a home
branching
between other bodies
an umbilicus of connection
to the cosmos
a longing to know
this earth and its soils
and to thrive
with purpose.
 
Our body of government
is not in control.
We the people,
who fetch wood,
carry water 
and vote.
We are nourished
by something greater
than our laws,
some thing that forms 
and re-forms,
consents and dissents.
 
Other bodies of government
transmit understanding.
In the darkness they,
too, contain vigil 
for movement.
No body of government
is in control.
Only to power states 
of discovery
wonder and awe.
We must adapt,
innovate,
listen to the land,
listen to 
everything.
 
We hear the quake 
of the ancients
and it frightens us, 
as it should.
They did not suffer
so we could densify
into obedience,
crystalize 
into quartz.
 
Make mistakes,
make love.
Ascend 
and descend.
For all our gravity, 
we are stars.