The scent of the old pine tree
All the more fragrant in it's absence
Understanding,
all for the point
of proving to yourself,
That it can't be understood.
Declaring myself as an existential investigator
This offer is good for today only.
On Being: Lost at Sea
A tale of trying to stay afloat
While thinking of stopping and moving
In search of an authentic,
Synthetic experience.
Mimicking biomimicry,
With aiming, for improving
My visual diet.
Thankful, today,
That I left my ID at the bank
before losing my wallet.
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