sylviasearcher

The Sum of our parts/ Gestalt’s antidote

 

For all of this
Is dust
And none of this
Is just

 

For all I am
Is absent
And none of me
Is present

 

For all you are
Is reading
And none of you
Is needing

 

For all these words
Are rotten
And what they will become
Is forgotten

 

For all we are
Is fleeting
And none
Is time defeating

 

For all of this
Is nothing
And nothing
Is from nothing