Less End

At first you were, but then you weren’t.
Then you realized that you could

Be even when you couldn’t be.
Others could just be when they were,

But you could be their memory.
You could be everything you did.

The obstacles of objects stopped.
Existence hovered over you.

You were only good at being
What you weren’t, what you’d done, not what

You’d been burning with your breathing.
Now you could be without burning,

Be without being. Curious.
You couldn’t move. You only touched.

And yet there was a word for you,
A word like you, big with being

No more than existing. You weren’t
Pretending. No more pretending,

Being as you weren’t, with touching.
Never knew when you touched right back.