Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
As I test
Who I am
What I do
What I have
Against
Who I might have been
What I might be doing
What I might have
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
How many times
Have I watched
The last rays
Of a day dying
In form
In structure
In colour
In time
Beauty pens her poetry
Deftly in the nature of things
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
An atmosphere I choose
An atmosphere within which
All events occur
And through which
All events are perceived
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