I wanted to ask Thee,
But forgot I the questions
In marking the face of Thine,
Forgot I all my questions
Of my existence
Which came to not momentarily.
I just kept marking,
Marking and dreaming about,
Forgetting the questions existential,
Who am I, where from, who my own, where my house,
What the path it lies ahead, where the way leading to.
Blank stood I, lapsing into the spaces
Of the vacant vacuum and the bluish nothingness,
Reflecting over,
Thinking about something negatively
As grew I pensive and grief-laden,
Despondent and despaired.
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