Monday, May 28, 2012
Kiss me, pretty protoplasm by Phillip Wylie
Life is just a passing spasm,
In an aggregate of cells;
Kiss me, pretty protoplasm,
While your osculation dwells.
Glucose-sweet, no enzyme action
Or love-lytic can reduce,
Our relations to a fraction
Of hereditary use.
Nuclear rejuvenation
Melts the auricle of stoic:
Love requires a balanced ration—
Let our food be holozoic;
Let us live with all our senses
While anabolism lets us—
Till—with metaplastic fences
Some katabolism gets us.
Till, potential strength, retreating,
Leaves us at extinction’s chasm:
And, since time is rather fleeting,
Kiss me, pretty protoplasm.
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