Do cancer cells agree
to relent and become
benign before extinct,
if their mad microdots
would self-restrain
from ravenous diets?

So maybe just this once
a global tumor will decide
to stop its toxic gluttony
and following a gentle guide,
live long in blessed monotony
by loving the beautiful ride
within our cosmic anatomy?

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