Matter being made to matter
by a basic belief of self;
for a footstep can still exist
without awareness of its patter.
So what gives us a distinction
from a footstep or some shoes;
is it yearning for a future
or intrinsic fear of extinction?
No memory of a first breath
does not mean that I have not been
and just as the inaminate
I shall have no memory of my death.
So I'm no more alive than this pen
that brings alive these empty words,
and like a footprint I will fade
never to be considered again.
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