regarding existence
Not anything, emptiness, even space
gone from it and even so, before the nothing, long before, before it and you...
Where were we? Were we kept then? Where was this
and was there a thing there, made of want and dreaming, that could not not be,
back and before even the notion of dark,
a thing that was but never became,
wanting the world, everything to become?
Made of its desire and love and so of nothing; are we this and are we then not,
all the bickering gods, then, made as us?
If so, did it plan this, its want,
blind as is love? Does it have mind? Does it know
that we are things that never became,
that need not have been
and never became?