100 words: Who We Are

A collection
of intense electric impulses,
washes of hormones
within a body that cannot fully encapsulate
a mind left breathless
by both touch and wonder,
left stunned
by both beauty and horror.

Moments of decision,
moments of indecision;
moments of action,
moments of reaction.

A summation:

Intangible and ever-changing,
a whorl of expanding spirit
housed in collapsing flesh,
never meant to leave much of a mark
so much as be marked by
a world in which we go chiefly unnoticed,

as ephemeral and gleaming
as a single mote
on a butterfly’s wing,

and also as tiny.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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