All in all,
Ephemeral is all.
The ego of the I
Cannot, at all,
Render it all infinite.
Thee are ergo I am,
I am ergo thee are.
The Space between Us is the place,
where thee and I live transiently-
where the absent is present too,
where the present is absent too.
I've FINISHED
the choir of metaphysical (abstract);
I've BEGUN
the symphony of physical (concrete).
There is, indeed,
a plethora of phenomena-
chimeras are many,
so are perceptions;
images are many,
so are interpretations;
discourses are many,
so are translations.
I may be a mayfly,
but I'll thump my validity
upon that
that is and are already,
and that
that isn't and aren't yet.
So what,
if your metamorphoses
are few moments longer?
All in all,
Ephemeral is all.
The ego of the I
Cannot, at all,
Render it all infinite.