I am not an am. For once you claim I am it will shock you to see the counter. A being is expansive, ever changing, free to form, free to choose, unknown. I am, I am not, it’s probably because I never was, nothing but layers of essences attempting to balance on a scale. An ever-changing path that strives for a certain way. A fragment of time in your path that lead you to assign me an incomplete is. An am is stagnant and truth never is.
Laws of Nature
in Poetry