There're only two thing existing, two
Thing I discern in Be - Me, the
Swimmer, thinker.. and ocean
World - the Sea.
Perhaps third one, a shark
Killing both we're, or see.
But maybe fourth too - the children
Apart scripts - to witness our Be.
So, should we felt.. as winners, pros?
For they be outliving - me, as thee -
Out ourselve, last a while - just like -
Feeling or pretending Love or Truth
Forthcoming on Eternity.
Though, to live on, I must win that pain
That woe, disease coming out of me
- tireless bee of Be - to balance right
It moves, wing dance the thoughts
From within our Unity
And the world, triggerin' sudden or
Delay' response - some reflex cast
Body parts across surround
Close or far neigh me - ponder
Face - stuck' in between
Digesting Unity..
But let some medicine improve
The outcome - ameliorating pain
Harshest Be.
02/22/2016
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