The Evanai

Where am I?

From whence have I come

& whither do I go?

I cannot answer these,

do you know?

Are not these the essence,

defining, “Who I am?”

Fie! A pox upon me!

When there is neither anchor

of past or present

nor lure of hope for what might be

what does that leave?

~ΑΩ~

Why should I ask thee

when I can neither see myself

nor hear my own thoughts?

Flitting among the moments,

touched not by what has been, is, or will be,

untouched by any other,

unheard, unseen.

Is there even thought of any of this I ask

when I am fade, even from my own self

whatever that might be?

or not be?

~ΑΩ~

René has long said,

“Cogito, ergo sum,”

But what if the thoughts are not mine

without reason or rhyme

or tethered to any sense?

Who am I

when even to myself

I evanesce?