Thousands of years I have soared,
And now I feel like minute bacteria.
My heart is filled with pores,
And men call it ostia.
The nights are glazing with Aurelia,
And that didn't give me hemiplegia.
Alone I feel in my animal kingdom,
Alas!I could overcome my boredom.
Amazing are these Euplectellian shrimps,
Dieing together imprisoned.
Epitome of true love they show to me ,
Together unto death they are known to be.
Perhaps I am the class Imperfecta,
But by birth I am a mammalia.
I wish we could both be Mycorrhiza,
And get drunk on Amanita caesaeria.
One day we would make a synapse,
And get into the love with mitochondria.
Our nervous system shall then stop,
And the impulse shall then walk .
Special organelles I lack,
I'm just 70 Svedberg ribosome.
My heart is emerging,
With foldings of mesosome.