Racing to the head-on,
Cutting the diagonal at the last moment,
Only glancing blows;
Making contact,
Rubbing with the other entities,
Through time and space venturing,
Embracing the randomness.


Experiencing a reality
By being shaped and formed
By things I can't control;
Loving the losing, the suffering,
A little disability, disfigurement, trauma;
The appetite is famished,
It needs be satisfied.

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