Being
I have said "being" a thousand times
Without pausing to ponder
The exactness of its essence
Nor the wholeness of its wonder.
Mr. Webster gives it meaning
Far beyond touching and seeing.
A thought once thought has formed itself
And thus comes into being.
If it can be, it is a being.
It need not be seen nor heard.
Mere existence gives it substance,
Though it be a single word.
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