Falling,
into a new existence,
I seem to be
loosing control,
feeling
the edges of preexistence,
not wanting to for anew,
still falling always falling,
and rising in that fall,
understanding, learning,
the need of all needs,
and so fighting the resistance,
within myself, finally,
letting evolution take control.
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