XIV. Désmesure

XIV. Désmesure

As though it would have been blocked—A binding of growth factor,

A bloom from a hollow trunk of Antaeus, the baobab tree bearing apples

Of the Hesperides—All of which share sequence similarity with mitogen activated
Protein kinase—Within this refuge of a cell, there is perhaps a unified itinerary,

Cervantes’s Glass Lawyer—Tomás Rodaja’s transparent, or Antonio’s dense, flesh—

Mariètou Mbaye Biléoma’s, or Coetzee’s Simón’s mislaid search for the mother,

To know how well deserved a ring—The hocked turquoise cabochon, her mother’s—
Hence Shylock’s interest for his only child—Jacob’s stripped branches resolve into factors
After 14 years, one germline mutation is a barred flock—Unlike spoiled holds of spices, flesh
Spits into a linking isthmus—Cap-Vert peninsula, onto a Metropole; an amber bead is the apple
Countersigning the Fall, of maternal exile, in Le Baobab fou (1982)—His masters' itinerant,
Tomás is El Licenciado Vidriera (1613)—Slipped Toledan quince, the cells rouse, activating

His impression, at once apparent as a slide mount—Triggered into mitosis, the activated

Cytoplasmic domain of a receptor, their tyrosine residues reanimated by phosphate—Mother

Tongue of protein taxis—Foliage phosphate is bait for manganese, and is then itinerant,

Once conceived as anise green, phosphate bonds Sahara, Sahel clays—Rooting plants factor

In the flight Jacob’s first son, who dreams of wasted crops in Egypt—The russet apple

Look of glass is decolored by manganese trimmings into Venetian cristallo—Vitrified flesh,

The struck sensoria of merchant acquaintances—Shylock and Antonio score their flesh,
Double-entry, Christian and Jew—In a sacred cow town, Novilla, there are no such distinctions; just active
Chair discourses—The boy’s mother, and representative of Truth, in a tennis skirt—An apple

And an apple are not two—Behind the door of La Residencia—Una, is the barren mother,

Perhaps a representative of a genus of butterfly, inset with a lyre and a lily in pale green—Factors
Leaven the bread of life from a dockside granary—Two women, with subscribed seed, as itinerants,

How would their son be received, under their permissive instruction, their m(o)thering—Itinerant,

A Senegalese woman pursues her Gaulois ancestors—Born to him in his old age, the flesh

Of Rachael, Benjamin and Joseph, means more to Jacob than all stratigraphic sections factored

By his staff, after which it is named—Reseeding with abandon, the dead baobab tree is activated

With her tending—Receptor G-proteins as molecular switches, transit to the nucleus, to the mother
Tongue, of DNA, for transcription—Israel is laid waste and his seed is not, yet the bitter apple

Of parting with his son for a gambit, not for double the amount of silver for their sacks—Apples

Rotten at their heart; their kernels broadcast by Dante from Lucan's Antaeus, the itinerant

Giant of Libya, perhaps carried further into Sénégal by the Berbers, with his mother’s

Dust strown—For the Glory of Hera, his 12th proportion for roving, murder of his flesh
And blood wife and children—Three apples of her orchard engrafted, and activated

By Gaia—Antaeus’s hydrated girth, the baobab’s root-like branches are, using a gene’s former name, a factor

Fixed by a sand-blind father, whose golden apple tree he would core for a pirogue—We factor

Which to be phosphorylated, to be green—Young Rodaja’s maternal flesh is unknown—
Precipitously, the muddy vestiture falls unheard activated by our hearts’ inordinate guarantee.