SOMATIC CELLULAR BEYOND REASON

 The Bone-Knowledge

There is a syntax in the marrow
that never learned to speak.
A quiet, heavy architecture
built from old dust and ancient salt
that does not ask permission of the brain
to know exactly where it belongs.

Your blood is a map of rivers
that already know the sea.
You do not have to teach the heart
the physics of its own gravity;
it drops, it settles, it anchors
into the dark dirt of the present
because the cells remember
what the mind spent lifetimes forgetting:

That you are not a visitor here.
You are the earth itself,
standing up.

"Cellular Intuition"

Below the noise of thought,
beneath the clever, frantic scaffolding of reason,
there is a soft, electric hum.

It is the intelligence of the skin,
the sudden, cool shift in the chest,
the weight that drops into the belly
saying yes, or saying run.

It is a memory written in code,
older than your name,
coiled tightly inside the nucleus of your being.
It does not argue.
It does not use adjectives.
It simply vibrates with the absolute weight
of what is.

Listen to the animal of your frame.
It carries a truth too vast for an alphabet.