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The Law
There is a law against us
I am obedient
I only sin in my sleep
and do what is commanded
by invisible officers,
the useless dead,
whose wars I am fighting
like an angel
Those whom we obey
do not obey:
but this is part of the law,
the reason for it,
and for the order
imposed by their orders
Iam grateful
My red pulse
has turned bilious
But I sin in my sleep
and my dreams
are my purpose for living
Whosoever spits on me
will find me
inscrutable or amused
I am alive but dull
and only lately
did I want to fight
when I sent you a message
via my eyes
and before you could understand
they took you away
They were only doing their job
but the act failed to lessen
my respect for nature
and space
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