Body of now

 

I can decide

Whether or not

To eat,

Making up my mind

To the rhythym of

Defeat

Either way.

And it is not

Just those things,

That choice,

That effects me,

As well as

Other entities

In my vicinity;

It is a matter

Of listening to

The murmur

Echoing from

The ribcage 

Of a thousand ghosts,

All trapped and trying

In the body of now.

 

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