It is as if I
am invisible;
it is as if I
am dead.
The air passes
through me,
moving through
my head, as
I stroll down
halls.
Look at my
hands:
they are
animal hands
and yet they
are glass.
And my bare
feet
are attached
to my legs.
My brain is in
codes.
I have no love
or glory;
I have no fear
- until all
three
descend on me
and once again
I reappear.
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