Sometimes my world seems made up
Only of owners, renters
And tourists, as if they were
Semi-stable entities
The bodies inhabited
Or rapidly cycled through,
The way the bodies themselves
Seem half-stable entities
That microbes and nutrients
Inhabit and cycle through.
Possession is not nine-tenths
Of the law—possession is
Nine-tenths of existence, which
Means nine-tenths nested pauses,
Possessing, being possessed,
And ten-tenths temporary—
These lines are in possession
Of borrowed words and phrases
That cycle through this body
Renting out identities,
No idea what possessed me.
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