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