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Conception


Conception is an amazing thing.

Because I am neither alive or dead yet,

Not even a thought in the mind of my mother or father.

I am just nothing and everything, all at once during this stage.

I am two pieces attempting to be whole.

Two parts in side of my mother and my father that bring them closer.

That part that when they become the close they can be I form.

And as I search faster than my slower counterparts I see my other half

Slowly drifting away in the horizon.

I reach and clasp my self  and then they tell all the others that they are done searching.

And then we begin our dance and Fuse into into one being.

We were once nothing and now we are both something.

We are both the first existence of something greater, we are love at it's’ simplest form.

We begin work to form the vessel that will house our great new fusion.

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