Oh,
this body of mine.
Be it,
able to see,
200 years of life.
Be it,
absent the ability to age.
Absent,
the ability to become,
sick,
weak.
Be such,
tethered to cosmic energy.
Oh,
how each cell,
each corpuscular element,
within my singular existence.
Oh,
how such shall seek,
full expression.
Shall seek,
to be this,
godly presence.
Shall seek,
reverence.
Be I not,
this mystical entity.
Be I only,
pure consciousness.
This,
which shall forever,
exist.
This,
which shall,
alter time,
till I become,
ceaseless.
Till,
immortality becomes,
my breath.
For,
whilst I exist.
Whilst,
I continue to be,
this breathing being.
Every second,
within 200 years.
Shall,
be spent,
seeking only to become one,
with Gaia's,
breath.
©yungb123
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