Cogito, Ergo Sum
To think of thoughts is vein
To think of consciousness is insane
The thought process is speechless monologue
The tail can't wag the dog
Discoveries are here
Disappointments are greeted with no cheer
Commanding what! Assists our social ill
Questioning what we will
Heard silences fill rooms
Unseen visions are buried deep as tombs
Nurture generic ecstasies of noise
Vacate objective terms; that view is void
Blind men see their darkness
"Conscious men" see no gaps in their third sense
We study troubled books of what we've done
Hypothesis/theorem
And yet, thus far, may do
But still, the must-have-been, leaves no clue
Lo, how difficult to appreciate
But, how simple to say.
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