The unnatural state of being solid

Incredible that imagination could be contained by skin

Bounding creation with definitive shape

The shape of which we have no choosing

Shoehorned thought into arms and legs

Absurd and flawed how there are only two eyes both of which face front

As though that which has passed has also ceased to exist

Anything but what lies ahead a hazy distraction

By construction we have no past no future and no surroundings

Only short sighted forward motion until there is no further motion at all

Like hairless bipedal mice in an enormous laboratory maze

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