Expecting my expected body

I have been shaped

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On the edge of a fall
It rises from a haze
It’s unwanted, I'm all glazed.
I jump
I fly
I bounce
Won't I die.
How much don’t I ply.
The day I was born has yet to come

I stop.
Stopping doing, I stop trying, Stopping trying, I start being.

That is speaking I am moving
Not intending

The day I was born, now has come

The stage is there, I won't perform.