What is it you worship? What is centered every day?
Pause. Heart, beat. Heart, rumble. With a roar and a whisper, with a rush and a cry, life erupts from faultlines. From wreckage, something new.
// my cells contain stories weaving 300 bridges to the sun. when my
body opted for detonation, i learned to listen.
https://www.nature.com/scitable/topicpage/dna-packaging-nucleosomes-and-chromatin-310/