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Juices

Seventy percent, or roughly so,
Of us is water. Although,
The dehydrated part's import
Is assuredly of the vital sort.
So hail that fluid condensation,
Damp antidote to conflagration,
Sweet sweat seep's evaporation.
For into liquid air must go
Before it hitches sanguine tow.
Nor do wastes depart below,
Till dissolute in amber flow.

Nutrients must be wet digested.
Hormones are mobile when blood injected.
Salts and sweets, protein treats,
Fatty acids, colds and heats,
All ride rhythmic surge in carmine haul.

Think sneeze, think juices sexual.
Think lubricated joints synovial,
Think birth's amniotic waterfall,
And saline tears lugubrial.

Such flows, such runs salubrial,
Such spurts and ejects connubial,
Such trickles, oozes, pusses, showers,
Such rains, such effluents ours,
Without our moist, our mist, our drip
Life as ours could not life-trip.

Anastasia Voight