Jeff's Poetry

Embryo

September 26, 2023 · Stage

I am small, an egg, beginning, growing and I think of my future, what future me would look like and I see all these wonderful decorations, for is it not true that I can only see what is perceived and not what is? I will grasp the perception, for that is all I see.

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