Whoever it is who's using me
These eyes to see the world
These legs to stand and walk on
Who slips in at the last minute
To keep me breathing
Feeding me words
In endless conversation
You soundless voice I feel
Working your way through me
No not one but several
Ranks and ranks of beings
Helping me question me
If I be sane and worthy
To be of use to them
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