J'thani - Life In the Province of Nothingness

How can you feel me, if I do not feel me?
If the borders of my existence defy definition,
How does the erosion of my intent and dissolution of my resolve
form that ever evaporating nexus of uncertainty?

The mirror shatters, my perception of life fragments,
I am blinded by the shimmerings
Touch me, don't touch me!
The mirror shatters, my perception of life fragments,
You are blinded by the shimmerings
Touch me, don't touch me.

In the transparent vacuum which encapsulates our incontinent souls
there is only temperate life, only untempered life.
You will not find me here.

There is a province which disallows life. which disavows life
In this province of desolate hearts there is the arhythmic sound
of life in retreat
There is no recognition, there is no dream.

The mirror shatters, my perception of life fragments,
you are blinded by the shimmerings,
Touch me, don't touch me.
The mirror shatters, my perception of life fragments,
I am blinded by the shimmerings,
Touch me, don't touch me.

Bill Lawson(2008)

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