Non-existent

inside the swirls of smoke

that surround the mind,

we live as apprentices

swearing allegiance to life

and to the state-of-mind

that brought us into our

own existence with life as

it was spontaneously created;

we are bits of time...

fragments of reality that

dwell in harmony within

night's silence...  as if it

were death incarnate and

our light was the only proof

of our existence in this

fragile world...  strings of

time entangle...  interact

and blend...  as the dimensions

evolve and we we move

freely between them in the

swirls of smoke that float

aimlessly in space...  waiting

for the correct time to appear;

fluid are our movements

as we are nourished by the 

waters of the ancient world

that surround our countenance

with mysteries and a few

misunderstandings of a time

before it all began when we

were somewhat non-existent.

27September 2021