Here I sit, somewhere in the port of Spain, debating our existence with someone I've never met.
Read this moment like a rubber-band,
let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,
please let your opinions be flexible.
You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.
You have only found a dead man.
Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.
my words are limited: their meaning is not
our lives are limited: our existence is not
Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,
because everything you can see
is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,
part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.
At this point I'm off on a search to better my tongue,
and for a better description of this state we're all in.
