I've lived in this thing as long
as I can remember. Am I just
the thinker looking through
its eyes, listening through its
ears or am I the eyes and ears
as well? It wants things I know
nothing about and finds ways
to get them beyond my control.
Who would believe the meaning
of touch, the process of
digestion,
or why I comb its hair? We're
like two different things seeking
supremacy in the same pot. I do
not know if it has a clue I'm
in here getting it food and find time
for it to rest anymore than
the atoms that compose it know
that it is what they are doing.
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