Transformation (2)

at first i was just a mere word
so i transformed myself into a sentence
and then not contented with what i am
a mere sound and syllable
an idea, a conceived meaning
i opted to have some cells

i learned how to make myself many
so i got duplicates and multiples
until i began to have a body

some hands and feet until i began
to have a definite form like circles and
squares and cubes until i became a man

and then i regretted all these
i went back to what i was
a mere word
now looking still
for my own meaning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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