rejoice

can you imagine it?
it's beautiful.

you sear your flesh with artistic passion
and birth hardened,
but reborn,
epithelium-
a scar.
the nerves die with the embrace of heat
but regrow,
tree-like,
through thickened fibers like forest undergrowth.

macroscopically,
the out-branches of
little tactile cells
would stretch in stop motion,
crawl like alien limbs
reaching toward the surface.

can you imagine?