I know of our affinity as encompassing nothing.
It hangs on separate air,
Exists in worlds, lives before us.
It is an intangible thread- no thickness nor weight.
It stands in no ground and knows no due.
Such that ours is fated to be a lofty affair-
We know of ourselves only in thoughts,
Dreams, imaginations and mind trips.
The futility of our's given form is rational.
But in shapelessness we begin to exist.
