Metabolism
My basal metabolic rate
urges somewhere just above
the life sustaining crest
c o m a t o s e d
yet still alive
a peaceful state of rest
body enlightened
free to fly
h i b e r n a t i n g
to awake refreshed
when the snow of winter
fountains blossoms
with the birth of spring.
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