we have an internal system <br />that keeps us <br />burning <br />at 37 degrees <br /> <br />Atlas of our being <br />balancing our world <br />in weather <br />fair or gloomy <br /> <br />restrains havoc <br />of the internal network <br />plays upon <br />vanity of my being <br /> <br />effects the psyche <br />valve of miracle and seaships <br />hot and cold, flashes <br />vortex of stability<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeostasis-2/
