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