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think about it

A Poem by RuseInex

i think, therefore i am

i borrow from rene decartes 

to ponder philosophically

and share my thoughts of thinking


i think that because i think- i am,

but there are exceptions, 

to modify the great descarte's expression


i am, regardless of whether i think or not

because when i sleep i am unaware

unless i ride along as a thinking passenger 

with my subconsciousness driving me its plot


however, i am not thinking, 

my dear rene,

as in the case of a dreamless state

or knocked out cold under anesthesia 

and yet i am,

because upon waking and rising and reflecting,

i draw upon the conclusion, clear

that i am,

because i still was, 

though asleep


by another proof

my wife perhaps, by my snoring

knows despite my unawares,

that i am

i exist, i lie beside her alive

although i do not know myself 

that i am, at theat point

because i am unconscious


i think therefore i am

and if i find myself not thinking 

i nonetheless still am

i am to someone


i will forever be

whether thinking or not -


think of a rock, for instance

it does not think, 

but it is -

it exists

a rock cannot say i am -

but it is


and if a corpse cannot think

it still is,

it exists,

even as it cannot think


as the decomposition of a corpse takes effect

and its state changes biochemically -

the transformation of matter -

where has its thinking gone?

. . . to the place from whence it sprang?

after all, matter cannot be created or destroyed

something is missing,

. . . isn't it?


. . . the corpse was,

therefore it is

the trick is to find its missing piece

which has passed to another state?

another place?


my body is only a part of the real me

i think because i am

the power to think is a blessing

© 2017 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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