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My heart
beats an
uncanny
number of times
without my
ever knowing it
and I sit
reinvented
whether or not
I offer
my blessing
to this test
of my vitality.
Do I not think
this strange
when everything else
is so registered
recorded
and observed?
What secret
is buried
in this disquieting
phenomenon?
That I,
though safe
am not
in charge,
forsooth,
but still
I am the proof
of this analysis.
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