the place of existence is here
not there, never there how odd
to know that to be true and
mighty false: perhaps it is not
place but rather plane as we
are taught in the most basic
of physics classes or perhaps
metaphysics: how true it is
to learn that what is, is not
what runs the body or the
soul: akin to this abyss: where if i but knew a bit more i could learn the who
yet i prefer
the simplicity of
the me who can see words
form in pixels: like that written
in sand, a stronger force
than i decides what
remains
and what is
soon forgotten
