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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

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Date: 4/5/2016 2:23:00 PM
Actually, the truth should be a fundamental need of man. Deep written, with feeling, reason and wishful thinking. Congrat.
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