Corpus Mundi

We are the life's blood of the corpus mundi
We are the consciousness that's flowing itself
Through the labyrinth; the traffic that moves
Along the venues, carrying commerce of the living
And when we stop or die; replaced instantly by others
So that the greater organism does not cease
Because of a few omissions, or errors of code
As our body also is composed of many subdivisions and departments
And itself would not stop operating due to tiny flaws
And those parts too have their own mirroring armies,
Little foot soldiers, guarding the gates of the kingdom
Monitoring the blood flow that protects life, even as we
Ourselves, are the flowing blood of the corpus mundi.

yelena
'We are the consciousness that's flowing itself Through the labyrinth...' As always impressive lines that make the reader both think and enjoy the beauty of sounds you create.Great, Patti:)

stephen
wow, what else can i say, wow.

sonetta
you always see the picture and how it is part of the larger one....

Pendemic
As always you pleasure the mind with your thoughtful prose. Well penned.

Mike
Patti... beautiful freedom in this beautiful verse...

Kerry O'Connor
I love this piece, Patti. Such a grand idea so well expressed.