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Qualia (Poem)

What is this qualia? Why am I? Organic machine or more? A trapped spirit in a faulty and closed system. A caged and enslaved ghost?

More Than We Can Enjoy (Poem)

Drop courage every time I grab for me. Stomach gods rumble and growl.
Slave to hunger, bind the free. And At the center of it all a malnourished juvenile psyche crawl.