Like Petri dishes

Moving from state to state

Country to country

Picking up new strands

To add to its building mass


Like buttermilk

Thick with the excess of their experience

To marinate

To bake

To drink in

To taste in many ways

Until you grow sick in the stomach

And want of something light


Like virus

Moving from person to person

State to state

Reframing the expanded mind

Unable to assume its original dimensions

Adding to its building mass


Like blood

Flowing in deep veins and arteries

Through capillaries of transmissions

From heart to heart

Wring it out, see what leaks

What is left?


Of one

Of me

And you

Now two

Adding to the building mass