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being and nothingness...

Being and Nothingness: An Essay on Phenomenological Ontology

By: Meghan Coley

You don’t pick me up often,

but when you do it’s an amazing day.
I watch over your bedroom,
Perched next to my brothers and sisters,
remaining filled with forgotten words.
 
Lights on, lights
off.
Day after day after
day.
Still I wait for you
to reopen me, to revisit
my world, to remember
my ideas.
 
Do you remember
when you read me
for that philosophy 
class all those 
years ago?
What fun to question 
one’s existence.
Have you moved
to bigger
and better subjects?
Have I grown
dull
and bland?
 
You can still
find yourself
transported.
Let my knowledge
fill you again.
I am a time machine
on your shelf.
A portal
of typed
words.
 
Perhaps that is all I am:
Typed words bound
in the remains 
of a tree.
Symbols and squiggles
on a page
deemed unworthy
of your time
as you read other books.
Superior books.
 
Yet I have the privilege
to sit,
to wait,
in your room,
and be opened 
when you so desire to remember
what I have to say.
Will today be the day?
Will today be an amazing day?
​

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