
Regarding The Question of Me/Poetry
Me Where is me? What is me? A perception, a thought, a prayer, a whim? From what batter was I poured? Primordial ooze or celestial ether? Am I a fragment of what once was or a culmination of the ages? Who sees me? Who knows me? Do I know me, or am I a figment of all others’ imaginings? This dream, this walk among the living dead- is it guided, misguided, planned, plotted or designed? If I could only stop the noise, the incessant chatter in my gray matter. The voices lie, they cry, … Continue reading Regarding The Question of Me/Poetry