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This entity
Is never finished.
A work in process.
But how to
Measure progress?
I am not,
I am yet to be,
I am becoming.
There it is,
Nascent, callow,
A seed in darkness,
Eternity cloaked in
A small slice of
Dark, meaty matter,
Unseen but felt,
Unreal but strong.
It may be my soul,
But it feels hot,
A fiery, burning coal,
Awaiting awakenment.
Then, perhaps, to burn
The world to ash.
I am not,
I am yet to be,
I am becoming.
Probable, but impossible,
A toe in the water,
My eyes and ears
See and hear, and
The sensation of heat
From a mug of tea
In my hands,
And the wind on
My face coming
From the sea,
This is me.
I am not,
I am yet to be,
I am becoming.
Becoming more,
What more is there?
What is this faith,
All but a wraith?
That misery is null,
That life is neither
Adventurous nor dull,
But more, and yet less
A deadly game of chess,
Where stalemate
Is as close to winning
As you might hope.
And yet you remain
Hanging on this rope,
Fermenting.
I am not,
I am yet to be,
I am becoming.