It’s all intangible.
The things we think we know about the past
Things that we think we know are going I in other countries
What you know of politics
What you know about faith or religion
We take these things in to the core of our being.
They are processed
Bit and pieces taken from there and yonder
Recreated in our own minds
We are left with our own existence.
The remanufactured interpretations
Of the things we know,
Trust, and believe
That is what this is
This existence of sweet nothing
An intangible world:
In which, Of nothing else,
Have or will I experience
This Intangible Existence

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