Soap Opera

All the bodies bottled up
Within their own procedures
Proceed until they rupture.

Goes for whales as well as cells,
A planet of self-bottling
Metabolisms churning

And copying their innards
Until they burst or until
Other bottles come burst them,

Little metabolisms
That get inside and bust out,
Big ones that engulf, digest,

All the bodies bottled up,
Unbottled, bottled again,
Life’s bubbles out of bubbles.