A Man without a Head

A Man without a Head
His body is of a man
A tall man
He has no spirit, no mind and no soul
He is all body
He moves, walks, sits, runs and prizes his body
In his dark, blunt, empty, weird life
He can still move his body

A man without a head has none to lose
Neither a mind, nor soul and nor spirit
He is an empty man
He runs loose
As far his body will carry him
A man without a head
In search of his head

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