All that I will ever
know is inside my
mind, connected to
my body, constructed
by a brain intricate,
vulnerable and delicate.

My senses are the
entry points from a
world in haze that
is never really knowable,
even if I am called
to know the world.

I construct this world
in the mist just as it
creates me, and I am
turned by the world
and tethered to its
cycles that make who
I am and cause the
flow of my mortal being.

And yet, all that I can
ever know is hidden inside
of me, and no one but
me can know it direct
as I absorb the hazy world.

 

19/12/2023