- Sonnet: Exited Existence

It's mostly absence.
Dual occupation and infinity -
Simultaneous single sense
Of how can it and don't be.
It's a funneled recess
Wayed for essence retreat -
To veneer in progress
Until undone is complete.
It's simple unseeming -
Wiped from empty space,
Pure impossible conceiving
Of deform in a logical place.
How can I be me
When I'm no more than received?