The body is a cage
That you need to wear,
And when it's feeling good,
You will hardly know it's there.
But when the cage grows old,
And the wearing has grown tired,
When the strain becomes too great;
You can slip between the wires.
Superb. Your writing, your mind, always blows me away. Incredible.
thank GOoDness we get thinner and can get out, being stuck in here forever, sucks without a doubt what a fun poem Patti! thanks
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This poem's metaphysics is wrong; it contradicts the basic principle of Spinoza's philosophy: 'Mind and body are not intrinsically alien or inimical to one another. They are cooperative expressions of the one reality."