from beef to breath

Every melty bite of this cheeseburger
triggers a billion biochemical reactions--
That's called nature.

It breathes my breath--
we share that job, nature and I.
I can breathe just fine if i will it
though I forget for days at a time
while nature breathes me.

Does nature make my decisions?
Nature pumps my heart I think
and precipitates my emotions
but I do the math.

Wait—is that me flexing my diaphragm,
gathering hemoglobin from the atmosphere?

Does nature think my thoughts?
This is the seed of madness
for which the lotus is the salve.