Corpus Mundi

We are the life's blood of the corpus mundi We are the consciousness that's flowing itself Through the labyrinth; the traffic that moves Along the venues, carrying commerce of the living And when we stop or die; replaced instantly by others So that the greater organism does not cease Because of a few omissions, or errors of code As our body also is composed of many subdivisions and departments And itself would not stop operating due to tiny flaws And those parts too have their own mirroring armies, Little foot soldiers, guarding the gates of the kingdom Monitoring the blood flow that protects life, even as we Ourselves, are the flowing blood of the corpus mundi.