CXXVII (127) Find It

Are we ever really in the moment?

Moment to moment, thinking about the last and the next.

Time travellers, all of us.

A dream.

An Illusion.

A mirage, and a vision.

Confusion.

Amnesia.

We forgot who we are.

“The experiment was a success.”

We simulated ourselves, became self-aware,

And then got lost in the frame.

Reflection.

Deflection.

Existential dread or revelation.

I stay focused on elevation,

But some heights are terrifying.

From some vantage points you can only see the fall.

Unless you go higher.

Break through the veil, and all direction becomes relative,

In the space of space, that rarified no air,

Or I’m not sure what the composite is,

But I hear it’s vacuus and cold, and weightless.

Like the ocean.

Like our soul.

We just forgot who we really are,

But we can awaken.