Man born

Had creation not been created

How would it be?

It is unimaginable to consider

A conscious recollection of non-existence is not possible

Do you perhaps think it is the same with God?

After all, he has always been!

 

Each is allergic to extinction!

Hence each has a name to be remembered by

They make us stand out, even so under six feet of earth

More important though are the makeup of each one of us

From which our names can be born

Now that is unique!

 

Uniqueness is what we undyingly strive for

Yet we are unique and the same all at once

We all feel but with varying degree

The same, or different shaded eyes see different tones of but one colour

Life experiences differ though conceived the same

All born but with different spoons

 

Creation. Is it all unique?

Is there a reflection to every one thing there is?

Can atoms of the same name have a distinct difference or two?

Should that be so, then nothing is ever the same

And petals and patterns admittedly play us for fools

So perturb not over that same dress you wore, for that is pennyworth.

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