There is somewhere to go but I am gone.
Even before light there was what light might be.
There is somewhere to be but I am being.
Even before thought there was the fierce dreaming.
There is someone to know but I am knowledge.
Even before death, we are never born.
There is something to say but I am language.

Dec 7, 2012

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