NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…

From nothing no form no existence A thought a particle dust Electric resistance Magnetic events Cosmetic defects Electromagnetic reasons My form is being. Time is unending Space is not bending What is the MATTER That thought u brought about That what is- is Or isn’t…