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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