I pass through vivid stratospheres of crystallized sediments that fill
the void of fixated rehearsals of yet to be quandaries,
enveloped notations addressed to the recipient of another plane,
a particle of dust, the true me of another’s hypothesis,
encrypted tones of silent metaphors that beckon my acknowledged participation.
I know all, yet I doubt. And it is the split second of unsureness that defeats
my quest for pure truth. Why question my answer to a problem that is of the
nature of ephemeral toxicity. I can pass the bargain counter of fears.
I came to die. Who has not?- Sinz