poem by kmg

My existence  is more than this moment,

 and its nothing in time

My tears are so full they draw from the very bottom 

of where they are created 
and cause an emptying so vast nothing

 but myself 

can fill it,

 and who am I, 
surely more than I do,

 or see or know, 

I float away on the seconds of eternity,

 seen only to myself, fingers, touch 
,distance evades me, silence, screams,

 not close enough to catch what lowliness 
my lips taste.