it is difficult to describe how it feels
or what I sense when I can see that I exist
it is a broad horizon
or maybe a deep expanse
or just a sweet small room
all at once everything
it means nothing to me now
that was yesterday but still yet
at the center of my self
a new stone has been carefully placed
tended into form
this cairn
my soul
I may be ill I am sure of it truth told
but even in this a body decomposing
a silent rumination inside gnawing away at the delicate mitochondria
this too the answer to every question I have asked
this too my existence
proven out across a universe
even as dust returns to dust in its slowly turning cycle