Identity Water

​I’m falling but not down

Nor up

Just slipping into another identity

Faster than the washing machine runs out of hot water
I’m escaping but not to or away 

But out of this body bag

I’ve been carrying around

Not dead or alive

But walking around

With blurry destinations

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