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, 
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 
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