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I see a stranger
my hairs rise and with my fear
i turn the mirror.
A small-minded mind
dimly creeps to the sharp edge
not feeling the end.
A little fly attracted by colorful instincts,
flies unaware its self-chosen path,
fulfilling its purpose tight up in its brain
a taste of reward repeats till the unseen and end.
Countless six-legged
crawling unseen on the ground
hidden in their world.
Mindless search for it
pheromone laden a tract
bewildered slavish.
gazing away in the distance
three brain-cells enjoying this life and sunset
the shine warmth on him.
