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mo(u)rning poem
If i were content to be a robot - I would have been found by you in the cloud
If i were content to be a spirit - I'd have met you when i was already dead
If i were content to be the meat that's dressed in animal skins - I'd have never asked you to eat me and only ever been tasted once -
instead you resurrected the past but thru the old made new
to gain perspective on who you once were & are becoming -
you were fragmented then - and in many pieces & so became a human being
i am human being :
The body i wear is both hard and soft and i exist somewhere floating in between -
never ending / ever ending - in our becoming and in our state of being