This is definitely not poetry. I don't even like poetry.

Imagine, having direct control over every unit in your body. Suppose you were required to think every heartbeat in order to stay alive. What if every eye blink required conscious deliberate action? What if you accidentally died, because you forgot to stay alive.

You do not think. You really don’t. Your environment becomes internal. As the outside enters in it warps, it wobbles and smears. As it runs back out through hands and mouth, you feel it as it does. You call it choice. I do not.

Alternatives fight within you. You feel them as they do. Did you ever stop to think there’s more to you than you. Another section of the brain may not feel the same.

The interconnected yous of you are true.