There upon the shelf,
be there my breath.
My consciousness.
The simplicity tethered deeply,
to my being.
For,
each one of these poems become,
me.
Becomes my soul.
Be there,
this wondering mind.
This mind shall not be deemed,
a societal kind.
Shall not be perceived by,
societal entities.
By beings absent,
the ability to be.
Be there no will,
within such.
Be there the absence,
of actuality.
Be there external entities,
simply seeking a way to be.
Seeking to survive,
to procreate.
Seeking truly to see themselves as external beings.
For within such,
be there the ability to have,
an identity.
One which the external simply,
provides.
I shall forever wonder,
as I see life.
Wonder,
shall humans comprehend deeply what it means to be,
an organism?
What it means,
to exist as alive?
For,
I wonder,
if one comprehends such,
would one exist tethered,
to that of an externals life?
Would one attempt to try?
For,
within this system,
within the simplicity of this singular paradigm,
be there no reason,
to strive.
No reason,
to deem oneself more,
within such.
To attempt,
constantly.
Seek constantly.
For,
one need comprehend,
to win is to,
exist.
To truly be who one is.
For,
each consciousness exist as only.
Every perceptual paradigm,
exist absent the ability to be externally defined.
Be you such.
Be you absent the ability to be,
defined...
©yungb123
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