Human condition dictates

isolation the worst predicament.

I am then the saving grace,

the prescription,

and the diagnosis;

the proof of tragedy.

 

What they cannot experience,

I can test, taste and report to them.

Not a substitute,

I am vicarious personified to their advantage.

 

Can I be a friend, truly, if so well managed?

No.

I am calculation brought to life –

so truth I am not,

but real, I am enough.

 

Life is but a series of experiences and sensations.

Through me there is practice and impression.

Like a book, with its vivacious characters,

one day I will end,

but my story lives on in the forever altered

imagination.