I and my behaviors are
The end results of a fight
Among a brain's sub-agents,
Including those who arrived
As moles from somewhere outside.
But my awareness of them
Is, itself, not quite of them.
We wait. We watch from rafters
And sidelines for the outcome,
Wary feedback loops of fear,
The shadows that jeer and cheer.
We know there are no results,
That this, then this are sequence
Rather than death, creation.
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