Wanted something for me, so
Need a vessel for my self.
All the things I want, I know,
This body won’t hold them well.
If “Not water, but the waves”,
Waves can split and reoccur.
Could be, all minds are the same,
I still want shit, as it were!
Wants as yet fully unfazed,
They are not philosophers.
Instinct draws a clumsy shape,
I will happily defer!
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