what does it feel like to peel away

and why does the body die?

i should know by now

but can’t recall.

i can’t remember being born either.

if we knew how good death was

maybe we wouldn’t try so hard to live

and if we remembered how hard birth was

we’d never come back.

i have both

at the same time.

my births and deaths are daily,


forcing life and movement

out of the formless husk

i mistakenly call myself


my body breaks

and shivers,

sometimes because it’s cold

and sometimes

because it’s happy.

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