The
Next
To
The
Last
Day
Of
The
Next
To
Last
Month
In
The
Frame
Of
Time,
I Became,
Afloat
On
A
Ship
Of
Earth,
A
Chip
Resisting
The
Sea.
I Grew
To
Be
Me,
An
Array
Of
Cells
That
Dwell
Within
My
Skin,
That
Constantly
End
And
Begin
Again,
Still
Existing,
Still
Resisting.