You have to put the body
Somewhere where the body feels
Away from society,
Away from other people,
Where a body feels at home.
That’s the point of the long walk,
If that’s an option for you,
Or getting out of the car
You parked on an empty road.
The body is sick with not
Feeling like a real body
In the bodily, voiceless
World outside feigned human homes,
And you would stay out with it,
Since it feels good to you too,
But the world is not your home.
The world is all beyond you,
Where you’ve yet to find a home.
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