I Am...? (Mindf'ked?)
Still intact
As though there never was an impact-
You must have sliced through clean...
Prolonging my life when it is already taken-?
This can't be a jigsaw, but still I'm solving and shak'n-
Sealed up by doubt and fear-
When it must be all-ready clear-
That the choice ain't mine here-
But yours...
Yours, yea?
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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