NO WAY TO FAKE

There’s no way to eat
your way,
compete
your way,
fake your way
through this.

There’s no way
to run away,
nor freeze
so it won’t see
or won’t look your way,
nor to get around,
get over,
get under. . .

This dread thing
and you
are but one–
yes, if you had not guessed–
no,
not twain asunder,

And it’s a lot–I know
but you just gotta go
completely
whole body,
and directly
straight through this.

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