Antibodies - Poem
William M. RamseyIn arthritic persons they turn on one, eroding joints. In asthmatics they close airways that suck in life. Much as a sock turned inside out would be an antisock, in each body lurk antibodies, antitheses to flesh, antagonists to presence, the principle of unbody. We require them as earth needs poles, one valence conceived in the other. Against darkness broke forth the light. From vast despair leaks out faith.
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