Introspective
By jhxmt
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'So often I have asked myself
If perhaps there are others
Conscious as myself.
And yet all the time, I now find,
The question was what deluded me.
Introspection, such a complex word,
Full of such numbing simplicity.
All that I see I relate to myself,
And now I discover how dull this
"Conscious" world can be.
And how senile are the scrawlings.
"All that I find within myself
Is useless and pointless.
Nothing within or without
Can possibly touch that single
Mote within the shell, for I
Am introspective. I see my mind,
An empty cocoon filled with the words;
'That which lives inside can drive
The mind to tensions unknown.
And nothing outside or inside
Can ever hope to break this
Fragile carapace of mine, because
I am introspective. It recurs,
A fractal pattern of thoughts:
"That which is within
Affects not that which is without.
And that which is without can only
Endlessly stare at the screen. And I
Am introspective, a cycle within
A cycle of cycles. It turns."
A pattern breaking down.'
A cocoon hatching."
A cycle closing.'
A single glistening point.
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