Cogito Ergo Sum

Cogito Ergo Sum

Dust upon the stars, rain in the cosmos,
Comfort amongst strange notes,
The music of God.

The soothing Cold, rich
Precisely in what it lacks.
Soft as velvet.

An oasis even in the void.
The life-giver is blinding,
Primordial flame of urgent death.

A prodigious leech,
Grasping minority pieces
Toward reeking finality.

I exist.
Thought without the Five Deceits.
Comfort amongst strange notes.

Comfort in what I am without.

© Jack G. M. FitzGerald, 2014

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