And in this world,
You would think our cells would fly off in a million directions
Layer by layer, until there was nothing left.

Little and standing on a plane that runs forever
The parasites waiting for us to pick them up and put them on our shoulders.
None of us is taller than the sharp flashes in the night.

But amidst the crayon blues and grays
There are shining violet and tangerine orbs within our chests;
Interwoven as tight as the threads of our skin.

Water slides off and down us,
The bullets can penetrate but create an opening for white light to come through.
And we are thankful and hateful for and of our skulls.

And we can grab and pull out the sickness like silly putty
And though crawling with tattoos of lichen, our minds are still hoping,
And though battered, our hearts are still beating.

We are liquid iron gummy bears,
Walking through the sleet and the wind.

Only to bleed in meta-mental spirals.

Explanation: I would take this poem quite literally. The purple and orange orbs refer to our immune system, and the white light mentioned in the 4th stanza refers to oxygen. The plane that runs forever is commenting on the immensity of the earth compared to humans. The part about it 'running forever' is talking about the earth's roundness. “Tattoos of lichen” means sickness and plague, and the fact that they are on the minds could also make them mental diseases. Skulls are important to this poem because they surround you brain and your mental state.