Original Blackout poetry by Cybertwigs and NFT at HicetNunc

I doubt very much that
the human body is a perfect machine.
does not happen in the body--
it happens in the mind.
I decide to run,
to deny
that there is a body,
Because even if I have the will
to rise above
legs become weak,
teeth fall out--
the body ages.
I am deeply fascinated by 
an illusion--
human hands
muscles, nerves
veins, and arteries
that can sometimes deceive us 
into believing that
life is infinite.
Are you sitting comfortably?
You are going beforehand.