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Click hereBy the time I've finished thinking
Cogito Ergo Sum,
I am not who I was
when I started.
So I thought,
therefore I was.
But am I?
And by the time I stop
chasing my own footsteps,
will I cease to be?
when you are camoflauged and hidden..... tag you're it, TK U MLJ LV NV
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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oh was that a rhetorical question :)
hey, you got some awesome comments, I figured I could be a smart ass...
enjoyed!
I see the sines
writ as writ on the wall
well we all may be machines
if only it is that we say we aren't
my dream is that a butterfly
laid its eggs in my cereal
now I am both butterfly
and poet
In my intro class we learned the following critique: all that you could conclude from "I think" is that there are thoughts; but how did you snick in the "I am" into your conclusion Monsieur Descartes? Talk among your selves...
I enjoyed the part about the constant chasing. To me the chasing IS the sign that I am.