Being And Nothingness

i am nothing
so i must make something out of
my being nothing
this sense
must make an essence

this watch must tell time
otherwise
it is not a clock at all

this poet
must write the poems
to be this poet

to become
one must make out
his essence
for from nothing
in the actual doing
is this something

i am
not because i am for now
the way you see and touch me
i am because i am becoming
i am because i am being

i die, what am i?
a mist
see, i am not even the air
i am not even what you think you see

now, i am nothing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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