The Final Being
Once the birth was over
IT felt safe
Doctors and nurses busied about IT
Everything was done to make IT comfortable
IT learned to say
"I am alive!"
IT cried out
"Look!" "I exist!" "I am real!"
"Laugh with me!"
IT learned to understand IT self
IT read the Bible and Works of Shakespeare
IT attempted prove the impossible
(The existence of IT's own unique identity)
Finally IT wrote
There is no love There is no hope There is no beauty
At the sight of the words IT cried out in joy
“Look!" "I do exist!" "I am real!”
The words did not reply
IT was pathetic in death The Final Being IT was pathetic in death
I have spent my life reading other people's words and images
There was no other way to learn to be human