Existence is questioning
Only without ever thinking
The psyche is completed
Of inadequate details
Wasting of a day declaiming
The ever-present contemplation
That constantly inhabits
And persuades on the lips
The tongues of descended seraphs
There’s a tourist in the channel
Vocalizations in various extraneous idioms
I thought it’d subsist
But it’s never unchanged
An exhausted hallucination
Diminishing portions by the slice
The end consequence is forever
Eternity poles apart