
The title is the best I can describe this poem. It's my response to Who am I?, in a way. Make of it what you will...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 160 - Published: 12-12-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2449640
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Hm… Let me think…
I take a while.
Yes, I'm slow.
Am I deep?
Maybe...or not?
Are slow waters deep?
Are deep waters slow?
Sometimes. Sometimes.
It's a matter for variables to be counted.
Is that me?
I'd like to think I'm a cloud.
No.
I'd like to think I'm rain.
I move to many forms,
but slowly I accumulate into a large, deep body.
What a form I hope to be!
I hope to be ever-extant, but mostly consistent.
I'd like to always be.
Being is learning.
I like learning.
I'd learn x times more if only time were longer
or is that the point?
Watch, learn, change, be…
Complete our own cycle of dropping.
Splat.
Then, we flow.
What's the new then?
Ask me when I fall.
We'll all be down there.
You see, all the raindrops drop,
But they flow together.
In theory, that is.
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