In the argument,
Of its existence,
I side with the for,
Illusions they are not,
Hallucinate, I do not,
But never ask me,
If I see the near, or the far..
Visual pathway of mine,
Is but quite intact,
Hence valid is my witness..
I see it true,
But describe I cannot,
cos Its got the dimensions of self..
Thoughts cram,
And accrue,
And d sight of definiteness lost?
Or just plain blank mind,
Leading to a vision
Of void too vast?
When do I see,
And why?
Where do I look,
Into what do I glide?
Aeons it lasts,
Or trice?
Asinine I become,
Or wise?
Is it worth
The above rumination,
Or is it just plain insipidness,
This moment,
Of looking into,
Nothingness.. ?
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