We are only toes
and ideas.
Moving awkwardly down
the celestial street.
My typical, your atypical,
we all sit at the blinking
screen. Typing answers
to the ever-test.
My voice is a cadence
of moving muscles,
peristalsis, undulations,
a life of certain limitation,
always pretending eternal
yet occupying minutes.
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