The day
when I die
I am the circle
then the completion
of a thought
thought long ago
by a being
I have never known
but meet today,
This leaves me
with a thousand
different strands
of finalities
questionably unrealized
The foremost being
Why, when I am one
Do I dream?
I am thought
and I think
so a thought complex
verging on the brink
of forging my own reality
through a simple mechanism
seemingly self-created
at the least self-designated,
I dream and envision
then build upon foundations
laid millenia before
by the same being
who thoughtfully engendered
me in my complexity
to satisfy the urge
for creativity to break away
that tiny speck of dust
at the center of my universe
that one small thing
my universe can’t be without
that deceptively oh so necessary
element which binds
the individually useless fragments
of ethereal and corporeal substances
into one universal
me