Who else has used this body of mine?
These hands and eyes and feet?
Which journeys did they take?
In what life was I a clown and in what life was I a King?
In what life did I drink blue drops hanging from a leaf?
In what life did the rose of the sun stain my wild legs?
Which year had me impervious to thought
listening to the frogs croak from the grave of night?
When did I lay in the orchards of the stars?
Or has this body always been used
just as it is now?
For purposes other than its own?
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