I can’t remember for the life of me
How the life before
This one went.
Rumor has it that as before so after.
Legends say it, “as above so below.”
Here I stand, in middle ground.
I won’t be surprised
If in what’s left, in some afterlife
I can’t remember what the death of me was;
How life used to be.
Great point to be—between rumors and legends; pre-existence and death.
nothingness comes
and nothing becomes
obliviates all
things that never come
how come that nothing
is even a thing
is it a negation force
a logical “not”
that turns anything into nothing
and nothing into a thing
as if it entered a denial state
that created everything
inconsistency, if anything
raises inconsistent beings
those who write and read
things just like these
Reveries That I Call Poetry 