I wonder.
Is it,
possible for me to not die on,
earth?
For,
I've yet to be,
absent such an experience.
Yet,
to be tethered deeply,
to that which exist absent such.
For,
I've forever,
simply existed within.
Be there,
nowhere else one shall reach.
Be there,
no place tethered to,
humanity.
For,
within such,
be there,
only earthlings.
Only,
these beings,
which shall live and die,
within the simplicity of this,
spherical existence.
Beings,
which in truth,
shall have no,
beginning.
No,
end.
For,
one shall only be,
humans.
This,
singular species,
within a singular planet.
This,
which shall exist,
only for a second.
Oh,
how I wonder,
of time.
How,
I wonder,
of each tethered to living,
these human lives.
How,
I would of such,
being intensely tethered to,
why.
For,
these beings,
seem absent such.
Absent,
the ability to deem themselves,
anomalistic.
For,
their existence,
is forever absent intention.
Oh,
shall minds hope to be,
mentioned?
Oh,
shall consciousness,
seek simplistic attention?
Oh,
within such,
may there be beings,
actually,
existing?
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