Sunshone

The depths of blackness even blue and untrue.
The denseness of everything packed tight seeming nothingness.
Spirals of night looking for a hint found not a moon.
Nothing to be found, not lost, not present.
Existing below minimalism with no rational definition.
Where is the self when not accounted for within another?
How can one be here and there at the same time?
When will the center emerge?
As material as one is, material will not suffice!
Material is every thing and yet never enough.
Electric bright needs so much.
Electric material can exist on next to nothing,
so why has choice brought forward such nonsense?
Why has choice allowed to such exist?
Exist is what?
Exist I do...

by oldman
posted on 07/07/2007