Nonexistence

[I wrote the following poem for this world of text. Rough coordinates: x:1 y:-3]

If I exist here,
I am the word indeed,
As the word is I.
But the letters
Are only words
For those
Who can read,
And they do not mean anything
In this vast space
Of random thoughts
Of existence.

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