It was here, in our grasp
We could see it, feel
it, touch it
Something steadfast
and solid
Reassuring and
comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and
immeasurable
We had it all in our
hands
A living breathing
thing
That we gave life
Our own creation, our
new entity
But we let it escape
from our grasp
Slowly slipping
through our fingers
Though we tried to
recapture it
It was illusive, like
trying to net smoke
It evaded our efforts
So now it's gone and
nothing remains,
Of that entity that
was us
Nothing tangible,
nothing physical
Only memories remain
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