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Poesy Syllogism Blues (A Compulsive's Lament) Something I see I know It is a fact to hold To know is to hold That is mine That is mind. To know something is Consciousness. Consciousness is Life. For me, life is Knowledge. I possess it because I know it. To not know something is the Unknown. The unknown is not consciousness. Not Consciousness is Death. I have xenophobia (where my theories become real life) |
| Other poems: for devorah for devorah ii "he leaned against someone who cared" In My Dreams tuesday basketball "we are all trees in a forest" "Yes I died" |