Parasites

Normally poetry isn't my thing. You may maintain after reading this that there is good reason for that. (Though I hope not!) Nonetheless, while I was meditating this morning, this came to me, and when I was done, it more or less formed itself without much intervention on my part.

Earth bodyhuman bodyA feverwe've createdGrowth is good(Or is it?)Like a cancer or a plague of locustsSomething out of balanceAlmost everything out of balanceMental illness, unease, diseaseNagging sense that we aren't achievingBut what?She's telling us what.StopSlow downThinkListenReally listen.Can a cancer listen?Or parasites?