If not alive, than what am I
What is this world if not sublime
It must be real
These places, faces
Human races
Where they go and what they do
I wonder to the point of pain
And spill it from this point of pen
For me and them and her still there
In each full page from her blank stare
Concluding in those eyes is where
I come to know the meaning is
Of meaningless without her kiss
But emptiness is my purpose
It's cancerous, without remiss
Black holes within this plotted course
Yet still my trails are blazed with force
Of suns and skies and mountain quakes
When God beneath my feet forsakes
My brothers, sisters, still they bow
All I can do is question how
And why and what and who, where, when
Does this journey ever end
Or just transcend beyond the tombs
The answers are they set in stone
An epitaph of flesh and bone
Alone I've tread questions engraved
Upon the masses' minds enslaved
Until they deal as I have dealt
Until they dwell as I have dwelt
In universes I have felt
The bloodshed of these battles fought
Eternities in instants sought
Out to share these lessons taught
To will to life my conscious thought