Am I? Are you? Are we?

What does it mean to be alive?

Is it a race thing? A sex thing?

An age thing? In that order?

Add place on in the space between race

And sex and you have a human?

No, you are forgetting Time.

Time keeps pace with all those

And throws in a few tricks of

The light. The lights.

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