Like Shooting Feet
Shooting into the barrel
I can not say that it is something
I merely find myself doing
Like all actions this involves some consciousness
Safety off
Cock the hammer
Both require a firm steady hand
These are the checks and balances
Placed on a weapon to ensure deliberate use
No somnambulance
Certainly no duress
The responsibility is having repeated the action
Time and again
Something to which I have become used
This staring down into the barrel
Where, looking more keenly I see no fish
Only my feet treading water
When the shot rings out
I am shocked at the explosive thunder
A shock that does not seem to bring me to my senses
Glancing down at my bleeding feet
I want to feign disbelief
I think that I am intelligent
Yet I have done this all before
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