I said to myself,
   "Someday soon you will
     be dead and gone.
     Your consciousness dissolved.
     Forever."

Myself replied,
   "What does this mean?
     I have no experience
     with which to relate."

"This is true," I acknowledged, "but
     you possess imagination
     and thus may conceive
     of opposites."

"Yes," Myself agreed, "but
     imagination can only construct
     with what has been received.
     To conceive of
     the void of all conception
     is beyond my parameters."






- fr

Life is
As the sea with
Events, and matters, and
Times and circumstances that come
In waves...

Unless
We be flooded.
Overwhelmed by all that
Is heaped ‘pon us. And crushed by the
Vast tides.

He lets
Them come in waves
That we should not be swept
Into oblivion. What great
Mercy.

In every river
There’s a sea.
In every acorn,
There’s a tree
And in every boy,
There’s a man.

Whenever I was sad
Whenever I was hurt
Whenever I was ignored
Whenever I was beaten
Whenever I was low
There was this small Corner
Where I would always go
Speak my heart out
Silently Cry till my
Tiny Tears would Dry.
Would then go to
Just come back.