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Doubt, Or Solipsism In A Bad Chinese Restaurant
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Main My hand takes hold of the door knob...
I am running every moment
To try to catch up with what I believe
Grasping
Projecting
Reaching for an elusive balance
Leaving behind what I thought for
More like I just came into Being,
With a memory of that before
But, though not false
Not true either
Going forward, always
Even when I might wish
To remain
Take stock
Synthesize
Gestalt.
How to know myself, or the World
With out that still point?
Vibrations upon vibrations-
Signs of all this energy, but
How to grasp it?
Territory dictates the journey
But not the trip, so
What quantities, qualities
Ascribe to me-
Let me gather them
Polish and shine
Them up on a blank wall
But I am that blank wall!
And all this I can say
Is only potential
Somehow I have to walk out of the picture
And make the World
Confront itself,
In me.
So again the door...
