I exist in a liminal state A being And not a being
Grief ebbs and flows in king tides Emptying me Submerging me Stealing away my breath With its pressure changes Feelings grow in question marks Within my hollow chest Proliferating like fungus in the fall Inside of my being that is not a being
Emptiness overflowing with nothingness Destruction and restoration Warring to fill the immeasurable void Shaped like my cremated heart Pulsing with unfathomable aching Testing the tolerances of My being that is not a being
It is surreal to be and not be To experience the reality of the question Posed by Master Shakespeare In rhyme and sonnet so long ago To understand that one can be both A being and not a being