LIKE ONE PERSON OUT OF WHACK
There lies consciousness
Who says it must be something one thing or anything
It could be many things
Like forms or substances or wind that goes we know not where
It could everything and we expressions
But who knows who cares
I mean what comes first with a scientist
a preacher or a callow youth or confused nun reject
We all have jobs to do no time to ask if
this mysterious thing is just substance of the brain
and we hallucinate the things we claim
lies past this inner apparatus
That sweet surmise keeps our current house in order
N’est-ce pas?
Exempted from the need to think
We shrink into our comfort zones and play charades
Consciousness is only in the mind
It does not go beyond
And everything we see is square in place
And when we die we get a coffin or a burn
or well it doesn’t matter
It’s the end
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We think short term
The only trouble is this would evaporate
if one strange happening proved not amenable
to this declension
like one person acting as though this was all entirely wrong
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A hopefully helpful progression for initial writing, posting, sharing and expanding, video creation. And at the end of the line, selling/archiving of texts and maybe even “monetization”.
