I am shadowless,

I am shadowless,

Invisible, floating adrift

Emptied of substance

Less than spirit

Soul free.

Is there a measurable

Quotient of apathy in

Dysphoria

Even when nobody

Else can see

The effort

It takes to remain intact

Pieces still float away,

Microscopically

We become less in

Essence.

Competing thoughts

Even when overlapped

Appear

To have less impact

In continuity

Than the downdraft

Of a hummingbird

On the pollen

Of a Columbine.

I am a mirage

An illusion

Created to provide proof

Of life

When the premise,

A priori,

Was founded

On a belief in my existence,

And the truth of that

Is far from proven.