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Jun. 19th, 2012 at 5:27 PM
Sarah Lindsay
The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no incidence
of loneliness, inner conflict, or deceit,
no predator nor prey,
it had little to do but thrive,
draw back from any sharp heat
or bitterness, and change its pastel
colors in a kind of song.
We are descendants of the second cell.
Originally posted by
exceptindreams at 1481: Origin | Sarah Lindsay
On this day in...
2011: "Lead" by Mary Oliver
2010: "Catch a Body" by Ilse Bendorf
2009: "she being Brand" by e.e. cummings
2008: "The States" by George Tsongas
We can/rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,/wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up/a prototype right now, that burning ball/of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything/we dream the morning after, even if we fall/into the sea—we are boats, remember?
The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no incidence
of loneliness, inner conflict, or deceit,
no predator nor prey,
it had little to do but thrive,
draw back from any sharp heat
or bitterness, and change its pastel
colors in a kind of song.
We are descendants of the second cell.
Originally posted by
exceptindreams at 1481: Origin | Sarah LindsayOn this day in...
2011: "Lead" by Mary Oliver
2010: "Catch a Body" by Ilse Bendorf
2009: "she being Brand" by e.e. cummings
2008: "The States" by George Tsongas
We can/rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,/wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up/a prototype right now, that burning ball/of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything/we dream the morning after, even if we fall/into the sea—we are boats, remember?
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