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They're like yellow
finches, frightened aflutter,
Freed from cages
I'd not sight of to touch.
Circling 'round my
head, through cognitive clut..
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A visual image coupled with musing on self-referencing loops and their likeness to the illusion of a soul, inspired by Douglas Hofstadter's I Am a Str..
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Lift with your legs.
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Perspective
put at pith this formless bud.
Secure
in some superi’r sphere, secures,
the
bud, exchange, a refuge, board and blood,
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Mereological nihilism, it’s what’s for dinner.
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In reality, I was so appreciative of the inspiration that I let the little one live. I mean, aren't we all just spiders in somebody's sink?
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Where comes this reckoning of bated grip,
this fierce fraud against my trusting ties?
It comes at a verdant acreage tip,
where azure skies beckon m..
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Haiku
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