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the box that dreams in red & hums

Posted to Action Poetry

d. lies in his hospital bed
sick from chemo & pneumonia
the little black box on
his nightstand, the box that
dreams in red & hums
with the vibrations of
mother earthquakes, the
healing waves of energy
generated in spectacular
moans that only the cancer
can hear, & that's the
biggest secret of them all,
you have to make friends
with disease before you
call kill it off, by washing
the slate clean eliciting
generations of perfect
communion between
radical cells, d. stares
at the black box, vibrates
in time to the cosmic
music, he will be well
soon, it's sunday & the
food they serve he'd
love to save for his dog