Hypokeimenon

All my cutting

With crude knives

Through skin and flesh

And thought

And purpose

 

Still has not revealed

(Caged by pumping organs

Or electric synapse)

That center spark,

That inner creature,

 

That created thing

That I

Sometimes

Call

“Myself”

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