POEM - The Microscope of Sex

Last night I dreamed
that I had other concerns;
That I was asexual
As in the way some protozoa
Reproduce by fission
Under the microscope of sex;

Inspired by some sort of willfulness
Rather than by inclination
Or by need
Or by desire
Or even by the transubstantiation
Of copulating matter becoming God.

M C Biegner
3/2005