What is a Universe and not
Mighty, complexity, ferocity, and not
My all, my view, my me me mine, and not
Soul Jazz Gospel Hip Hop, my own Drummer
And not, none of it, nothing, nada

Belonging and loneliness both
Alone in Billions, unknown to Billions
Millions in cells, strands, blood, flesh, bone
Both god and worm and welcomed by both
When all is done

Impossibility it seems, commonplace screams
It’s everything I know, feel, imagine, see
And in the end I know, feel, imagine, see so little
I scratch the surface of earth
But leave no trace

Yet tracks are seen, moments etched
Spirits and lives and memories
Traces left, fingerprints, echoes on
And on and on and on
I am not nothing