a moonscape reclamation

as this cell regenerates, i absorb optimistic intervals through a translucent tomato skin. five organs reciprocate and rarefact their respective rations; the mundane gives off a certain spray, and subtle sounds surface in a certain way. Today, though, this cellular chieftain overlooks the edge, as if to politely captain a miniscule membrane that might otherwise think it should, in spite of its natural sense of flow, stick like honey. yarrow root shoots, implants itself into the quilted bed of your cratered moonscape, after it has received its water, many moons after noticing the need for a deus ex machina, waiting for icy asteroids to polish its rough spots, and for forking forces to aerate its soil, a surface studded with crystalized droplets of netherworlds, diamond-shaped and dimensional, a mere surface of an average sphere, a functional electromagnetic satellite, reflecting all but artificial light.