Dualisnt

Here we are, words that say things.
The body, you might say, is
Its own animal,
Despite being compounded

Of so damn many others
And parasitized by mind.
It doesn’t intend to die.
To that I can testify.

It resists the cliff.
It crawls from the wreck.
As long as it can
It will gasp for breath.

Don’t think you are it
Or can order it lightly.
We are all one, but we are
Who say so, also not all.