Each time a part of me is taken,
I fall under the waves,
crashing against the shore just as they do.
I know this part will soon be replaced.
after nourishment and rest.
Though the hours pass, the ache remains,
and I can’t shake the disembodied sensation it gives me.
But there is no logic to this.
These tiny red specs I will not miss
contain not me, only my code.
So why do I wilt over a few cut leaves?