The machinery
Of human existence is
An animal tended by
Its monstrous creator ants.
Borrowing bodies
To put my soul in,
I am the beast that’s all soul,
Whose every cry signifies.
You know me. I am in you.
You may believe I am you.
I am not you. I am not
This body that composed me
For this fleeting poem.
I’m the machine that’s the ghost.
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