Midair, and winking,
an eyelid that flickers
an REM of cupronickel,
silvered eyeball blank
with numismatic bliss,
the abdicated will-to-choose
heads, I shall follow my brain
tails, I shall follow my dick.
Any coin-tossing man knows.
All choices, at root, are this choice.
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