Simple squiggles dance across the page

Spattered, scattered randomly

But they form a sporadic pattern.

'Tis confusion, aching, misery

Tinged with joy, elation, passion,

More than a drawing; Less than a poem,

The dot-to-dot scheme

Marking the complex simplicities

Of my dictated life.

Word after word drawn out
with erratic care:

My make of DNA