I am but one in an
infinite cluster.
I am dispersed,
immersed.

All of a flutter
stuttered and
spluttered
Across a blank canvas of
What ifs?
What next?
What now?
and who.

Who
am I
to you,
to this
to that thing you call,

Love
Breath
Birth
Death.

What is this thing you call
My life
when
I am but
one
in an infinite cluster?
I am a nothing.
Being.
Amongst it
All.

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Editor:  Travis May

Photos: Olaffson/Pixoto