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Is it our concept of reality,
Which will make us who we are,
That we exist is such duality,
Like the answers in the stars...
Co-existing in some metaphor,
That the prophets left to fate,
Reminiscent of an open door,
That's a bible by mistake...
If I'm spiritual in nature,
Just in physical restraints,
Then I fear the co-creator,
Missed a chance to re-aquaint...
What's divine about this body,
Which is carrying my soul,
Is it mine or just a dowry,
For some greater episode...
It may be just suggestion,
But if "Eternal" is to be,
Then only will I question,
How I tried to make him me...
Terry
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