frozen

frozen, immobile by the 
concept that, real, and 
live, has the power to 
tear your heart out and 
wrench the soul from its 
place, where, hefted it 
springs real and true - 
the lance in the being 
slices you, makes you 
draw breath in pain, 
as, crippled you 
try and stand but 
cannot - your life 
severed in two so it 
cannot stand alone - 
proud, strong, it is 
halved and dimished, 
death-in-life 
wrong and
against the grain - the 
inarticulate cry, the 
animal act that 
takes your humanity 
and dislodges instinct 
so you become 
a dog and
crouching in pain can 
only howl and 
take an aeon to 
straighten

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