Not Real

If I by some chance,

learn,

or by some chance discern,

that my origins came from dust.

Yet longing for some,

distant turn.

To be sweep up in

disguise,

Not human,

but wise.

No origin from birth.

This existence,

not real,

not really real.

Imagination,

not mere dust.


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