forgotten fragment

[found this on a desktop document – forgot I’d written it, sometime earlier this year]

 

they thought they were someone
they hoped they were someone
they imagined they didn’t care at all
about whether they were someone or not,
only that they made their sound,
sounded their unique flesh-mind,
just as I watch my fleshy, skin-draped fingers
flex slow-motive and metaphysical – what is it?
what is it all? how does it coalesce…

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