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Mobius Strip

Play all the strings dubbed life like
akin to twine with perennially splitting ends.
Rekindled lesions, tender with strife.

Who calls? Who dares?

Lend a definition to the questionable strife,
draw lines to sift the black and white
from the murky grays.

And then again where does the
individual stand?

The imagined line runs between the legs
the split rips the crotch
till limbs are severed.
Lost each limb tramples the mobius strip,
meeting, ripping, sifting ends.

So fares each droplet of
organic life.