Bubbles

Your heads bubble

along the veins of the benches:  

Like nerve nodes,

you follow the movement of my arm:

I feel you working.  

Fingertips tripping

on the surface of your notebooks,

words caught in your roots,  

you spin

in ante-deluvian liquid:  

birthing yourselves, human stem-cells,

pluri-potential, omnipotent,  

your taste-buds bursting

with flavour.