IDENTITY


Who are you
A mass of whims and fancies
A slave of the spoken word
A thought in search of a sound
A throbbing inside a cage of bones
A red river twisting through narrow channels
A sponge which absorbs all
and becomes lifeless when squeezed
A bag of bones, skin and water
A puzzle with some ill-fitting blocks.
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