Existence
You don't know me, more than a stranger does. Even strangers know that, they don't know me. But you have declared, in an instance that, you know me, like I am nothing. As if I am nothing more than a wall notice you had read. As if with a meter scale you can, assess me like the stumps you had seen. As if with a plain gaze you can see across, like the rivers you had met. As if with a stone you can throw me down, like the fruits you had tasted. You don't know me, more than a stranger does. Even the strangers know what epics are, what trees, the ocean, or the stars are. And you know me? Did you know that I do not exist? Or that I lied?----------------------------------
[This poem is previously published here]
[This poem is previously published here]