Core

A poem, or is it

What is life?

This and that, there and now,

There was land: now a house,

This is here: there is not.

 

Is it in own down to the core?

This World owes you land?

The World owes you nothing,

It was here first and nevermore.

 

What we see, hear, touch and feel is only one millionth of reality,

If this is the case, then what is my face?

Shaking like a dog shitting razor blades,

I shall show no fear, I shall feel no fear.

 

Bliss and torture,

Knowing you are unique,

Acceptance,

You fit into any scenario.

 

Universal character lives with constant ridicule,

But we are all unique, are we not?

We are the symphony of modern humanity,

And Homer your theory of a doughnut shaped Universe intrigues me.

 

Is this a poem?

Is a dog a handle on the door of certainty?

Is it f**k!

 …wink.