Would you deem the viewed,
as valued?
I ask,
for,
i know not how to receive you.
How to deeply comprehend your hindrance.
For,
you've spoken deeply about what is meant.
And,
of course what isn't.
I seek only your simplicity.
Your normality.
Your actuality.
Could I be deemed actual in your eyes?
Being that I exist as flesh?
Could I be a being if only my mind were present?
I wish to ask such things for I seek forgiveness.
Forgive,
of course not me,
but my simplicity.
This mind from which I perceive.
Forgive my very being.
Time ceases as I attempt completeness.
As,
I seek what has forever sought me.
For,
each and every second,
I die.
Each and every moment,
life slips from my simplistic grip.
As I exist tethered to this impermanent experience.
Who's eyes close faster?
Life or death's?
Shall there be eyes when these eyes have left?
I wonder,
as I step.
Each step confusing breath.
For,
I wonder do I breathe,
just for this step?
Just for the next?
Who am I,
to accept?
©lamarcus12
L