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Gastroduodenal Psalm
Gastroduodenal Psalm
“The gut remembers. It holds the echoes of forgotten feasts and the residue of ancestral anxieties.” - Dr. Silas Blackwood, Chrono-Gastrologist
I. The Murmur
The stomach, a basaltic chamber, cool and deep,
Where peristaltic tides their silent vigil keep.
A slow erosion, a geological grace,
As acids sculpt the contours of time and space.
The bile, a viscous amber, shimmering slow,
A memory of the liver's forgotten glow.
Each rumble, a tectonic shift beneath the skin,
A nascent landscape, where beginnings begin.
II. The Echoes
Grandmother’s quince, fermented in the cellar’s gloom,
Its tartness lingers, a phantom in the room.
The spice merchant’s saffron, a crimson, dusty plea,
Whispering empires of cinnamon and tea.
The shepherd’s lamb, slow-cooked in mountain air,
A primal cadence, a burden hard to bear.
Each taste a stratum, layered deep and vast,
A geological record of what came to pass.
III. The Dissolution
The colon, a labyrinthine, shadowed hold,
Where waste products coalesce, stories yet untold.
The undigested remnants, a ghostly, grey parade,
Reflecting futures in a stagnant cascade.
A fractal mirroring of human decay,
A whispered promise of a returning day.
The microbiome’s chorus, a complex, silent plea,
“Remember us, for we are eternity.”
IV. The Stillness
The esophagi, a spiraling, ivory climb,
Connecting the palate to the depths of time.
A conduit of longing, a physical desire,
To taste the lost, to fuel the phantom fire.
The stomach’s silence, a profound, weighty grace,
A meditation on the limits of embrace.
A hollow resonance, a beautifully stark design,
“Let go, and become the echo of divine.”
“The gut is not merely a digestive organ; it is a living archive, a custodian of ancestral memory, and a gateway to the very essence of being.” - Professor Evelyn Thorne, Archivist of Biological Narratives
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