Here I sit, somewhere in the port of Spain, debating our existence with someone I've never met.         Read this moment like a rubber-band,   let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,   please let your opinions be flexible.      You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.   You have only found a dead man.      Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.      my words are limited: their meaning is not   our lives are limited: our existence is not      Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,   because everything you can see   is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,   part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.      At this point I'm off on a search to better my tongue,   and for a better description of this state we're all in.      All we need and no more.