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If not just this once Of all the days Of all the times Of all my life If not just this once If not in this moment Is it strange? Is it peculiar? Is it alien? Or is it entirely, simply, beautifully Human? This uncanny feeling, What is stranger or even strangest, Which is that what we seek Has come forth like so, With an unnatural speed, In a world so dominated, By natural limitations. It is the singularity I fear, But why has it been the singularityI have worked for? Of all this time wasted and gone, There was a feeling, So locked away, So lost deep within. To first and foremost finally, To the end of days eternally, Feel...not as a man but as a me, And by God I am Happy To Be Me.