Who Am I?

I am, I am
Or am I not;

A Float-some in this sea of the indescribable perfection?
An Absolute reality of nothingness, in it a thing called no-thing?
The eye of innocent imagination, of creativity, an invention of consciousness, a projected novelty?
The phantom of breath, of organic substance, a star shattered residue?
Unless a Storm of brewed chaotic arrogance; such a wholeness of chance, an enigma?
A mediocre representation of the entity beyond?
A Perfection of Energy, Spirit and Thought?
Maybe an organ, a spoke finding a place in the wheel or just a simple clog in the time-piece of eternity?
An insignificant furious actor of a deeper, bigger, secret play?
The relation of relationships?
Or a Simple vibration of an unsuspecting mind?

Am I, I am
or am I not?