Monday, October 03, 2005
who am i
what is u
am i not just a consolidation of molecules,
waiting to degenerate and decompose
what is to be
who is i to become
for is it nothing but just
death which awaits
for
you
me
him
she
what is time
for each moment
passes
through
through
and through
like nothing but nothing
what is fufilment
what is forever
what is 'it'
what is content
what is accomplishment
what is what
for what is just nothing
another questionnaire
another irrelevant
yet seemingly deep
contemplation
what
the fluid dribbles
the vapour shifts
the sound trembles
the muscle tangles
why is there life
what is living
how is attaining thing
when does the cycle completes
who says 'it is.'
where do i begin/end
who is christychowxiuling
what is it doing
when will it know
where will it be
why does it exist
how will it know
the thing that sits by the window
and stares aimlessly
to search for the glistening stone
way up above it
thinking that it thinks
and wonders what thinking thinks like
that thing which is uncertain
of uncertainity ambiguously
that thing which is nothing.
nothing at the end
where there is even no end.
nothing is zilt.
empty.
unfilled.
hollow.
christy the great.
i like nonsense
i love tangle
