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When am I alive?
The ink line separating me from my mother
Smudged by nature’s thumb
Beyond the senses that I possess
Or those I progress
A single cell that multiplies
Like the great ancestor
Eventually realizes that it is
Am I it?
A loneliness felt between past and future
A restrictive flatland of time and space
Vast dimensions
Many to be imagined
Most unimaginable
If I can feel my limits
I can feel myself
Living
