I was the middle of nowhere: but I knew it not.

By Paul Andrew Bourne, December 26, 2006



I stood in a daze,
searching for something, anything -
to which I knew not
then,
I felt the void of emptiness
as it crept on me with a shake’s precision for prey
for the purpose was undefined
but the message was clear
I wanted something, except nothing
I was there, looking, for …
but
that place, I knew it not
I could feel that sense of closeness
but I saw it not -
I wanted so desperately to hold it,
what?
the make of my state of wilderment -
but I knew it not
I was in the middle of nowhere,
but I knew it not

Is it life, which possesses that emptiness?
Or, is it a state of my past existence?
but I knew it not
I wondered in this place
void of form, but shaped
in a new define
I was in a body,
of someone within a mission
but I knew it not
I just in the middle of nowhere
but I knew it not


I saw a newborn, new
but I knew it not
I could see its …What?
Yes,
but I knew it not
who was I
I kept the enquiry -
I had no mind,
I had no intent
I knew not the composition,
of a form that stood in my presence
but I labeled it
or did I
but I knew it not

Who, or what was I?
I searched for the cues
but I found a knot
I was in the middle of not
but I knew it not
it was, or I was
in the middle of nowhere
but I knew it not
then,
I realized -
I knew me not
I was in the middle of nowhere
but I knew it not.

I was the middle of nowhere,
but I knew it not