This is the first day in 20 years
in stroke recovery and one-word
comes to mind: Somantraverse.
I knew of a poem, Soma Fluidity.
The elixir of etherised emerald
Flame, by Anon.
It ejaculated into me like
a womb dream, rebirth.
My mother's humanity in
me, she was my elixir of life.
They say it's a plant cell, neuron
recovery membrane, and circadian
rhythm. 3 words in one, I woke
with it on the tip of my tongue.
Whether a drink, plant life for me
or a brain-stimulating way of being.
Given to me by my inner self so-
mantra verse, like me, becoming
A poet is accidentally, on purpose
my rhythm is absolute, as Ezra Pound
said it came right out of the stroke
down blues down is up, somatic.
