The Journey
(I)mages, thoughts, sensations,
i realize
the impossible incoherence
of this unfolding dre(AM).
(THE) objects in my w(O)rld
make se(N)se,
i am the generator of the wor(L)d,
without me there is no world.
all this ultimately(Y) reinforces my
earlier realization:
i am
an im(ME)asurable
and massive existence.
This poem is about:
Me
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