Where have I come from and what did I do while I was there?
What was I thinking just sitting with that blank stare?
Was I seeking to transcend the very nature of my very soul?
To believe in the impossible? To honor the statue of the seated one?
Have I been implanting memories tracing back to the very beginning?
Have I been dreaming vivid dreams to walk away with slivers of time?
My delusions have evolved; my circumstances have changed.
I progress to where I’m pulled, I release from the forces which push.
I drift aimlessly; cold and intoxicated I lull around, hopeless and lonely.
I’ve become supine and indifferent; I can speak listlessly as languid language spills out of my mouth, yet I can’t speak the definition of “knowing”.
There are empty holes everywhere waiting to be filled.
As my mind deteriorates away into nothing.
By: Jerry Benjamin Stout
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