​The Final Being

Once the birth was over
​IT  felt safe

Doctors and nurses busied about  IT
Everything was done to make  IT  comfortable

IT learned to say
"I am alive!"

IT  cried out
"Look!"                    "I exist!"            "I am real!"

"Laugh with me!"
"Love me!"

 
IT  learned to understand  IT  self
IT  read the Bible and Works of Shakespeare

IT  attempted prove the impossible
(The existence of  IT's  own unique identity)

Finally IT  wrote
There is no love                       There is no hope                 There is no beauty

At the sight of the words  IT cried out in joy
“Look!"           "I  do exist!"       "I am real!”

The words did not reply
IT was pathetic in death      The Final Being       IT  was pathetic in death

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I have spent my life reading other people's words and images

There was no other way to learn to be human