Before this happened, I was here*

Before this happened, I was here*

I can see through the texture in the surround

So clearly that it is in all that abounds

Though it seems to be surface but runs within so deep

That this texture begins to blend as it starts to seep

Hence then what am I if all nothing is

That is what clarity is described a being to exist

No more than a form manifested formlessness to be

Then back from formless to form an object to see

As I do look around and all that is objectively perceived

Put there by something or someone else, how do you believe?

Obstacles of particles that have no meaning to light

Just a mesmerizing picture to break the dull within sight

But to get a little more deeper and to see truth to be clear

That something points back at self, yes you are meant to be here

Looking for answers I ask why is it that I do?

That when I came into existence, something already knew  

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