We are all switches
We are all switches
Flipped in different directions
Somehow one combination more precious than another
We forget we can turn them on and off
With thorny pride or bedraggled shame, we cling
To fleeting identities like sinking ships
Even though we can swim
If only we would loosen our grip
If only we could feel our nimble strength
The gentle bob of our bodies as we float
Through stillness and swells
Shadows and feathers wafting down to greet us
And the brush of strange lips as fish test out our flesh
Cringing away from the contact
We do not dissect our friends, or so the logic goes
Instead, we thrash against the drag of our hook
Fighting against fatigue, fighting to stay asleep
Finding our enemies, picking at our own skin
Creeping in every corner, spooked to fainting
To the pounding rush in our head
Running like the blood in our veins
As if we do not belong here
Sinning because we are sinners
Our stubborn hold on some uncracked code
Stupidity mistaken as sacred
And it waits for us
Singing quietly
To tell us who we are
Embrace the Paradox 
Very nice. It is scary how quickly we can lose ourselves.
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