Like a fire crackling
despite the wash out,
despite the torrential storm
despite there being no flames...

Like a wave crashing
despite there being no rock,
despite no shoreline,
despite there being no ocean

No things that live
can move in your wake
can breathe in your space
can look upon your face.

There is no vision
for something unreal
for something a lie
for conscious-less souls.

Like a man in skin
despite the brazen force
despite the greed
despite that which deceives life.