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I am hardly conscious
Here I am.
Unfounded
Unfettered
Left here,
Sought here
Do I live?
Or am I inert?
I am hardly conscious
Within this so-called waking world
Bound with bouts of streaming dreamless illusions
Fancying after the life beyond my grasp
Beyond my know
Out from this world of play
I know I must make my way
I must tread upon the land that’s solid
Fortified by men and their knowledge
But what can they know?
How would they know?
They feel not what I hold in me.
What I grow in me.
What I am, in me.
