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Existence and Me
Existence — I can't envision, imagine, fathom, prophesy, soothsay, oracle, foretell Existence existing without my existence being at its epicenter, Supplying its universal urge, surge, merge, climax, thrive, throb, thrum, With my essential, palpable, viscerally vital cosmic energy, My ineffably conceived, sustained, procreative life-force, my being's being. It just couldn't, can't, wouldn't, won't be life without me.
Existence — Indeed, without my protean spirit at the centrifugal center of its fire, That radiant solar core, from which originates all cellular essence, Existence would be but the merest, meagerest of flickers from a wick Burned down to the quick of its candlestick's once-exquisite eternal flame, The sheerest, vaguest gossamer shadow of a flashing ash Lifting into the stratosphere, dissipating into atoms of blackness.
Existence — Were I to die, expire, pass into oblivion's invisibility, its all-forgetting eye, No matter how many years, centuries, eons into existence's enterprise, I'm dead certain that the universe would go silent, Cease speaking, dialoguing, soliloquizing, with itself, its given-up ghost, Kneel down, at my graveside, and whisper this benediction: "Had it not been for your existence, existence would be nonexistent."
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