What. Poem by GRANT FRASER

What do
til your dead,
if your not already?

what see
if you can't look,
or allow things to
define your knowledge,

what find,
if all the moments could
surrender their wholes..

what say
if your not willing to shed,
and the whole collective is wrong!

what impasse
drives you off the other way,
building coffins out of minds

what future
I mean if there truly is one,
some internet made of nails..

what measure
if you should break,
or thoughts like glaciers melting,

what grave
to lie out in this eternity,
until the maggot burrows out,

what testament,
nothing or nobody proof enough,
to cleanse the human visor,

what planet?
chaos of sun light!
storm and human mud..