The Double

I'm frightened by it 
its alternative 
its deceitful voice 
the fact that it is 
out there in here beyond me 
somewhere telling 
its own truths  
rooted in the real 
but expressive of 
no choice - I hate it - 
beyond the knife there 
is no cutting out, no 
incision can excise 
its paralysis 
and it paralyses
deceitful voice with 
no real eyes

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