Being2

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Apr 07, 2026 

Being.
Just
being.
Think
about
that.
How bizarre.
Odds
of the
personal.
Incalculable.
This place.
This time.
Brief
moment.
Just a
speck.
Just a
flash,
blink
in the
void.
Flowing.
Consciousness.
Confusing.
What to
make?
What to
do?
What to
believe?
Just a
twitch.
Life force
twitch
in the
everlasting.

 

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