Poem: "Good as New"
This poem was inspired and sponsored by minor_architect.
Good as New
The human body is holographic,
each tiny cell holding
the pattern of the whole.
The seeds of life grow,
branch, and blossom
into a complete body.
We know how they do it.
How do they know to do it?
That's the part we don't know.
The body responds to damage.
It seals, binds, and renews
until what was broken
is whole again.
We know how but not why --
we have the lock
but are still seeking the key.
Questions lead us
through crimson jungles
in search of the answers
that sleep within us.
What we seek
is both elusive
and immanent.
It is there in the blood and the bone.
It is there in the stem cells
and the extracellular matrix.
It is there in the DNA and the RNA,
written in finer lines than the eye can see.
If we could but turn the key in the lock,
we could regrow any lost part
as good as new.
If we would but pluck the apple from the tree,
we could remake what had grown awry
better than ever.
Believe that life was given into our hands
to be lived and explored and discovered
in all its infintesimal glory.
Believe that what we could become
is better than what we have ever been.
Believe that the secrets were placed within us
waiting patiently for the day
we learn to read.