Again....Again...always and again....I find the self of me....in such a wash of agitation....consumed by unknowing the source....there are so many views...paths for finding....it doesn't matter....they end no where....is it something fallen from the edge of my knowing...that place of voidness....that hollowness of lack.... of memory....it haunts me....it is a shivering burr....some odd electrical shimmering.....that never stops....never stops....always underneath...hiding...hiding...then it rises....as sorrow....the well of sorrow...that never drains....it seeps into accumulation....until it laps over the edge....of containment....and I am found weeping.....years.....years....years...
weeping....loss.....weeping loss......it is without a point of reference.....some odd shouldering on....yet dragging an eternity behind me....the weight of it...I am not enough....and that is a measure i should not take....that not one being should ever take....yet I stand.....on a scale...floating in the dark....the numbers are not weight....it is only how much you can hold.....I hold nothing...yet I am so heavy.....I can not bear the weight....of nothing.....