Own

My own existence confounds me.

Dreams

To sleep: perchance to dream: Ay, there’s the rub;

~ a poem about inseparableness

~ an incantation of chaos x creation x cultivation

~ a poem about the cosmos

~ a poem about that superior plane

~ a poem about flowing

~ a poem

Alive,
Or just a shadow

~ a poem about a light of consciousness in the sea of unconsciousness