Who leads this dance?
Am I captive?
Am I freely enchained?
A breath, a breath, a breath...
Where might this spirit vessel sail?
A breath billows spinnaker.
A breath beyond...
My spirit keels to port.
No crew, no captain, no tiller.
Possessed, I am another...
another's voice.
another's frame.
anothers tone.
another's mood.
I submit to its form.
I tread in unfamiliar skin.
Are these wings?
Are these claws?
Are these scales?
Are these mine?
I see us now as vision composite.
I am becoming newly versed.
Arhymed, entranced, am I freely entrained?
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