Symbiosis

Ex-communicate the heart, at the root
let it fester in dark matter, vacuuming up the love that
goes to rack and ruin
fungi sickle cells to be subsistence for the seed
implanted with a green thumb, in the chest
we are governed by our hunger; nodes of our stomach-
synapse where the warmness had spread-pull apart miles of cold
lining the intestine, hunger's cunning
the tree that I hung myself to dry on-tarred
poly-tropic skins, ink-blot pores evolve in time,
neurons splatter,capture the still images of what-could
those soft voices, echos tremble at the sight of
"void" they murmur
delivered in high notes of love, altos in adulation.