Away From is Not the Same as Gone To

Take me to the ancient futures - the parameters defined by the absence of my presence. That's where I came from, but have never arrived at because I am not complete. I first became aware of my trajectory in time when I hungered. The taste of being significantly corporal and driven by the lure of nourishing identity. Yes, this hunger leaves me ever incomplete and I speak to you now from a realm that limits my dimensions and flexibility. This is the same realm where the prey is agile and quick and even nature spirits routinely fail to capture game. Given the great odds and probabilities, can I survive as anything but as an illusion?