you'd surely
stop looking for your self

the nothings lost
is the best place to be looking

unless it hurts you
to know it more

but roar

into your own eye

thought application
is no way to liberate an i pad

All just passing through
forever's point of view
trust life to take it all away
to put it back together again

that remains not ever die
as that not leave be left behind
a story written to the mind
the human pen but ink to life

I wonder has anyone looked me up
any highlights on my avatar
or comments that might fill my cup
a robots touch a single star
to feel connected to the fire
the want of me that thick desire
an all out nothings cloak of lies
to tell me of a fake disguise

but no not I my arty craft
I lay no bet on hover that
tastes much better on the real
a nothing special to reveal
but a human kind of *** appeal

not to say your not my type
just blood is blood and hype is hype
how little do we really know
realities remote control

is not the power
creates it

but the power
makes it real

thought hangs no power on you
until you believe it and receive it as your truth