Innards

We are composite anagrams of organic structure arranged in such a way that permits life to exist deep within our complete assembly.

Try saying that after two bottles of Shiraz!

Of course I ramble, but I would put it only slightly more elegantly, we exist on a molecular level.

But we are so much more that such a simplification, but, speaking only for myself I would have to say that beneath the flesh and creaking bones I am a sac of disappointments, needs and hopes saturated in a an emotional pus that seeps at every opportunity.

That said, I present an agreeable form and if my surroundings are basic then I need little else to exist in perfect harmony with my gadget, and my Prose App, and the occasional cup of sustenance.

These are happy days are they not?

The Seasons are advancing toward Spring and Summer and my muse is glowing like a radiant thing that glows within me. All is well.