Is there any proof

Is there any proof

Hand me a tissue

I will trace

The path of my existence

In charcoal

Lest it tear through

Paper thin as skin

I will barely touch

The surface

Nary a wrinkle

Shall be made

The subtle use of

Light and shade

Will add detail

To the outline

Deftly flicked

Strokes will suggest

Substance

Emphasise contours

Suggesting movement

Is that all it would take

To make a mark

Upon the world

Promote an action

As proof of thought

Use the sketch

To catalogue

The moment

Of its conception

Will it be

Free from self-deception

With eyes closed

In double-blind

Is there still no possibility

Of existential

Exemption

When the seer

Still cast

As the seen

Looks the other way