Meditated in a castle,
in a trap,
tripped,
tipped,
walled in a hollow
space unmeasured.

Kept finely tuned,
unused but seen
with fictitious sight,
painted linear,
spoke about.

Sold.

Purchased.

Desired.

Coveted.

But not seen,
not with eyes,
not with hands,
not with company.

Not able to be said
"It is here...
this is it."

Marked by death.

Death.

Life.

Marked by life.

Divided into immeasurable
quantities,
separated from itself,
by becoming existent,
by saying now, here.