Poem: Explosions

Every cell in the body
is replaced every seven years
I'm no longer the Jack

I was in 2003
poems and explosions
go off in my skull

as each cell fades
my brain rewires itself
and the new circuits

begin to sing
in a synaptic chorus line
and I don't know

if I will wake up
in the morning
as Adolph Hitler,

Bishop Tutu
or something
in between.
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