Love, Now Poem by Artchil Daug
Love, Now
The rocket of a ball
that passed through before
her eyes, antedated eyes,
was as fast as a bullet
train that serve, connecting,
two far off nerve endings
in the opposite sides
of the branches of the Japanese spine
modulating the electrical signals
sent by the hypothalamus
to Tokyo, receiving and releasing
the chemical reactions
in the blur of exhausted tempers.
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