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.