[Whispered]

Clinging to a scrap of paper

Between finger and thumb

That says "Identity"

As the hurricane approaches

[Spoken with growing intensity]

Whatever is happening isn't real

It's just chemicals in my brain

But as it rips from my grasp—

No. THAT wasn't real.

The identity wasn't real.

[Deep Voice Under]

We are being tempted to become less real

Step by step into a paler reality

A degraded level of being

Where everything can be manifested

But nothing can be held

[Layered Voices]

When you can have anything

You have nothing

When you can go anywhere

You are nowhere

When you can do everything

You do nothing at all

[Raw Truth]

The body stays still

While adventures flash by

Disconnected from texture

From contiguous place

From the exertion of being

[Urgent Whisper]

We are here to love

And to lose

And to love again

Not to manifest cabins in woods

With mere thought

But to build them

Board by precious board

[Final Truth - Spoken Clear]

None of us can lose ourselves permanently here

Because of the pre-programmed safeguard

We call death

[Ending - Almost Silent]

Real wealth

Fires cannot burn

Thieves cannot steal

This incarnation

This paler reality

For reasons

My soul knows

Even if "I"

Sometimes

Question

It

(Note: To be performed with long silences between sections. No music, just raw voice and occasional natural sounds - breath, heartbeat, footsteps. Each word must land with the weight of its truth.)