It From Us Takes Back Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.

Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!

If you have witnessed that...
Then we both can say,
All that is meant to be...
We have everything that is,
That belongs to us!
In this moment,
We trust as 'real'.
In an animation...
Providing this sensation felt!

And all that I have to give...
Is yours to be given!
Unless you choose to see this differently,
Then all that I see,
That you claim as yours and choose to be...
Has more of a significance than that?
Even though our paths cross...
Somehow we are on the same track.

And a meaning in my mind...
Yet to be defined as a fact,
To stay as is...
For an eternity that is timeless!
And time with all we say remains,
To keep...
From us takes back!
To erase all steps,
That have been selfishly placed,
To never change or deface.

What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.

Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!
And this...
Whether witnessed or not,
Will not stop me
To glorify
Self indulging gratifications!

'That was well spoken!
Now I will re-read it,
For clues you might have left...
To interpret a meaning,
I can comprehend.'

Sounds good!
And when you find one...
Share it with me.