Becoming

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As a chrysalis

On this journey,

I am unknowing —

Uncertain if the middle

Is my beginning

Or my end.

That overly self-aware

Middle stage, though

Pubescent in nature,

Has occurred throughout

The course of my life

That is always becoming,

Always moving from the

Inside to the outside,

From the outside to

The other side,

From the beginning

To the end of all things.

Amidst this appearance

Of motion, I am yet still,

Formed eons ago

And fixed by eyes

That judge and divert

My path to becoming whole.

So I press on the bubble

To test its strength.

Is it tensile?

Does it dissipate

Into dust like the sunset?

Or does it become me?