Central Dogma
You meet when it’s raining, air pressure is waning, wind speeds rise— you’re inside. You follow your central dogma, a song and a fifth of vodka; you confirm that it’s short term. Residue by residue, it propagates inside of you. Veridical and vertical, it’s all you have that’s personal: A code that you have half-transferred to me, transcribing word for word. Four years and five cities! (He thought you were pretty.) Time to go; quid pro quo. No roots when you wander... (Your child, your transponder!) Improvise; cut your ties. A helix comes unscrewed so you can be renewed. Veridically and vertically, literally and perfectly: sequential code transfer in you, in me, transcription word for word. An altered translation produced by temptation: a work of art split apart. Your genes in a remix, reworking your limits: An arced degree spans you and me. Residue by residue, it propagates inside of you. Veridical and vertical, it’s all you have that’s personal. A helix comes unscrewed so you can be renewed, veridically and vertically, literally and perfectly. Sequential code transfer in you, in me, (in you) in you, in me, (in you) in you, in me: transcription word for word.