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.
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