Your faces have changed so much over time.
Your eyes,
your stature,
cadences of speech:
you've many bodies,
each replete with its own sorrows and sins.
Such is existence, such are beings human.
And our children:
they flicker in and out, jumping universes
with our every bodily shucking,
each changing of the guard;
upon us, limits imposed: jail-cell
flesh, flesh
cellularly-composed,
tissues besot by:
hologramspacetime;
aguey feverdreams;
conscious human minds;
false chaos in loving blackness;
pyritic order 'midst nonsensical din;
there is no meaning outside all of this.
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