Existence

Your existence lingers on my being. My heart pumps the ink with which you write; The more I live, the more you do Your countdown begins the day I die I don’t need you to survive. I don’t. You need me to breathe. You need me to live I may be nothing, that is my collateral. I am life to you. I am your god. I am. I discard disdain’d garments. Clothe me with respect, lest… My nothing was knotting. Depressing. Now my knotting isn’t nothing no more Epiphany has been kind to me. I see the truth, but I do not feel free. My emptiness fills your belly and Makes the shiny shimmering metals Glitter in folds in your folds. I may be nothing. So are you. Today, I choose to choose. No more rains for fountains. No more obscurity for me. No more The fixed looks upon the ground. I have found I am your bridge, I am the reason for your living I am the source of your existence.