My unchanging essence,
specter of the human condition,
is ever enquiring
searching for meaning
through diverse experience.
I have been allowed
to use this instrument,
this container
until it is worn out
or broken beyond repair
a tenant in an amalgam
of flesh and spirit.
An insider
exploring the extremities
information provided by nerve endings
indicate the roughness of stones beneath my feet
a coffee cup warms the fingers
they feel nothing
I am an observer.
Eyes provide a trompe l'oeil of life
biological wonders
yet they see nothing
just as brush and palette
are lifeless wood and sable
until instructed by the artist .
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