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"I think therefore I am.”

But, but, but…

what are thoughts?

Electric flashes of blue

in my dark recesses

that translate to these

lights I’ve awakened

in you?

So… You think,

therefore, what?

You ARE?

You Am?

What are you looking at?

I mean, really! I’m at my desk,

as real as reality allows,

I know, because I bumped it

with my thigh and now there is

a purple bruise as proof.

In my swivel seat I’m thinking

about what I write, the words

you are reading right now...

but what are you looking at?

Black squiggly lines on your

screen? My thoughts?

And what happens if we

lose power in media res?

I could never reproduce a

duplicate from my fragile

memory, lightening never

strikes twice...

A million years ago when I read

Shakespeare from Stoppard’s

point of view, the professor

rambling on about levels of

“reality,”

existence waiting in the wings,

appear, speak, disappear…

Enter stage left

Rosencrantz: “Why then,

your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
narrow for your mind.

Guildenstern: “Which dreams indeed

are ambition, for the very substance of the

ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”

Like me…

like all of us afloat,

billions of years spent

aimless in the void.

Enter stage left

Here I am!

I AM!

Therefore, my lines.

Exit stage right.