If 'is' is determined to be what 'is' is,
Then 'is' isn't what it is not.
It 'is' what is 'is'.
It can be debated but why contemplate that?
If it isn't what it 'is'...
Why can't that be settled as fact?
Unless someone decides to take what 'is' back?
And leaving that unknown to them,
Who believe 'is' is where it is at!
Having some to question...
What has happened to is?
And where could 'is' be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem