Amorphous’ Epitaph
Oh reader mine.
What words do you read?
Form-giver mine.
What shape do you see?
Seeker mine.
What hope do you bring?
We are the product of your anticipations.
Your hope is rich.
More grandeur to my poise.
Your fear is tangible.
More beastly is my visage.
Your wish is burning.
More strength to my gaze.
We are what you hope we are.
Let loose your desires.
A form pleasing to you.
Let loose your dreams.
A form inspiring to you.
Let loose your fate.
A form transforming to you.
Shape us, so we may shape you.
Your ontology upon ours,
Our ontology within yours.
Your will shapes us,
Our will influences wills.
Your entropic state is so certainly defined,
As ours shifts with ever-new definition.
What are we not? What can’t we be?
Are these words truly an epitaph?
Scrawled upon a tombstone so sure of its purpose.
Are these words truly the ones you read?
Are these words the ones you trust?
Are these truths so true after all?
Are you the one to find it?
Past truths, past lies, those of another form-no-longer.