I’ve lost sight of my boundaries

again.
How can something be right if there
are no parameters to govern such
a concept?
Is existence itself proof of what is right?
Or does the existence of error nullify
that argument?
There has been no power
revealed to us—
–save those that we created ourselves,
that can judge
right or wrong
good or bad
within an infinite context.
Our perception creates our world
But where does our perception come from?
Is it of the earth?
of the cosmos?
or does something exist
outside of
space
outside of
time?
will we ever know?
Or are we bound to the space we occupy,
for a certain
—if unknown—
amount of time?
and condemned to an overwhelming
sense of
inadequacy
meaninglessness
frustration
and hopelessness
staved off only
by
arrogance
naivety
or misunderstanding.

how to use:

as common as carbon is a poetic stream of consciousness.
there are 3 categories of “poems”:

(i) heteroglossic synesthesia (complete poems)
(ii) hobonyms (words with no homes)
(iii) mind jerky (thoughts to chew on)

after reading a poem you have 3 options to “turn the page”

“RANDOM” – takes you to a random poetic expression
#hastags – take you to another random poem with the same theme or motif
#category – takes you to a random poem in the same category

“no one can step in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person” – possibly Heraclitus

just as no one can step in the same river twice, no one can have the same experience of “as common as carbon” twice