Our Bodies
The limitations slither over, around
In the gravity and measurements
The slope of my breasts
Pores sheening like rosy suns
And my brain, the quantum guide
The source of my vector
Allowing me no more room than the universe
As I sense that it is all mine
But I am nothing
I belong to the whole of civilization
But so do they, to me
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