jaded, timeless moments turned
dull, filled with ennui, perhaps
it is more about timelessness then

everything is akin to nil,
another pole of view, that’s all

there is nothing but

we do not exist, there is no other
but the one insistent assertion of to be
that we share

everything we are is akin to nil,
neuroses with names like Michael

God is us

Chagall 2019