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Our Microbiomes
The older grow the genes inhabiting our terrestrial microbiomes, The closer we come to knowing them, on a visceral level, Since we — our bones and blood, flesh and vital organs — Feel the same tireless, timeless bond for them that they do for us, Having shared such an ancient, integral association with our souls.
After all, bacteria, fungi, yeast, without their corporeal hosts, Would be as helpless at fulfilling their roles, in their and our survival, As would the hormones controlling our emotional and physical functions, Regulating the body's open-and-close, stop-and-go processes, In their continuous balancing of our necessary symbiosis.
So what happens, as Homo sapiens attains sovereignty over nature, By means of agents that clean our water, process our food, Antibiotics that discourage the flourishing of sneezes, itches, coughs, Make us strangers to our ancestral microbial companions? Living longer, we die agonizingly longer-lived deaths.
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