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| complex, reflex
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09.20.07 / 11:07 pm
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i wonder if it would be satisfying to live to a nice old age;
maybe a century of life would teach me things
that two decades could not,
like walking a hundred miles would wear my feet
so much more than walking one.
and walking out in the sun would burn my skin
and turn me into something else;
not human, not entirely,
something far, far simpler,
existing only to survive.how beautiful that would be,
movement for the sake of movement,
one beat after another as a means of circulation.
bone, blood, consistent only in their existence
as matter: tangible, temporal,
mindless, but functional.
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