The mirror is emptied, no ghostly reflection
If in a moment, it exists free without sound
I scream silently, invisible, under dissection
Aware now that I've violated sacred ground
By heartbeat, by existing, despite my flaws
The world will go on in one way or another
My flesh goes on ever trapped in forever fall
"To become presence, means accepting the risk
of absence.” 
Thursday, January 8, 2026
Existence Cries Out
