Do my cells Know what I make of them?
Each one painting its canvas, a pixel in the hologram I call existence.
Do they know their lives are my sensations?
|Brain meet Nebula, or is it the other way round|
The aches and ecstasies passing through now like weather
inspire my will to look beyond my cells with an awareness,
|Double Helix Nebula at the heart of the Milky Way|
a being of which I have always been a cell
whose health suffers and celebrates as do I —
in response to its cells,
we Milky Wayans …