we have an internal system
that keeps us
burning
at 37 degrees

Atlas of our being
balancing our world
in weather
fair or gloomy

restrains havoc
of the internal network
plays upon
vanity of my being

effects the psyche
valve of miracle and seaships
hot and cold, flashes
vortex of stability

shimon weinroth

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeostasis-2/