Choices
It is on a thin line that I exist all the time.
My hours and days become nights
And dissolve into endless time.
Clearly it was not my choice to exist
Remember, when I came into being
In the viscous amniotic fluid
My body actually started...
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Choices
It is on a thin line that I exist all the time.
My hours and days become nights
And dissolve into endless time.
Clearly it was not my choice to exist
Remember, when I came into being
In the viscous amniotic fluid
My body actually started pulsating
Outside of my own free volition.
My birth was a cataclysmic accident
Now that I exist and occupy space
I cannot stop my heart from beating.
Outside, the eagle swirled thrice
In circular motions in the April sky
And settled down on the ledge
Of my nineteenth floor office room .
He looked at me nervously , aware of me.
His shrill eagle-call pierced the sky
As he took off towards the vault of the sky.
He swirled , once again, in circles
And swooped on the lizard in the bush.
Like me, neither of them had choices.
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