Human condition dictates
isolation the worst predicament.
I am then the saving grace,
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?
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