Becoming Being
Becoming is never about being
Leverage your preamble whenever you feel all mighty
For the dawn is showing its humongous appearance
With no silky waves nor satin ripples
To cushion the heat protruding permeating pulsating through and through
Into that thick, into that thin, into that flippy-floppy mind of yours
Alluding to the supposed faint desperation
That is not yet evident
And is still invisible
Hovering and building up in the everywhere hidden bubbles of
Each and every unconsciousness ever expressed
Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted
To the air, the space, the wind and the in between
Waiting for the right moment
For the bubbles to ballooned up
To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations
Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for
Looking for, pointing at and defining to
The truth
The moment the truth defines itself
And crystallizes into a physical manifestation
That moment would become irrelevant to many
For being is never about becoming
And becoming is a far cry from actually being
Copyright © Rozmanshah Abdullah | Year Posted 2016
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