beyond the names there is no word

was i away to where there is no name?
did i come back without a word?
seems somehow i am not the same
but my new self still feels absurd
carried out by things that blurred
themselves just to rebuild my frame

meaningless but making sense
unreflected confidence
believing in coincidence

was i gone wrong to where there is no way
to go on with a human thought?
a state where no stored self could stay
destroyed by what must be ignored
there is no self when you're absorbed
where dizzy terms got self-delayed

meaningless but faking sense      
distracted by coincidence
every human mind depends
on private fate hidden by chance
a meaningless but aching sense