Filling with alien events,
Bombarded, inescapable,
Singular but porous. The flesh
Answers to itself and questions
Everything in it, since it all
Appears to come from somewhere else.
You get one. You are one. You can’t
Get out of the one that you got.
Now we’re you. Where did we come from?
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