Find yourself, or some reflection
Of yourself that doesn't rattle.
It's like a battle in there.
Your heart is a high-security bank,
And if anyone took one look
Into it, they would duck and cover.
There aren't enough fallout shelters
To protect your horde of friends.
Everything carries on in you,
Like photosynthesis in reverse,
Like a windmill on a treadmill.
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