Cartesian Crunch

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By 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?

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
SEEKING YOURSELF

when you are camoflauged and hidden..... tag you're it, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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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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annaswirlsannaswirlsover 17 years ago
nope...

oh was that a rhetorical question :)

hey, you got some awesome comments, I figured I could be a smart ass...

enjoyed!

lobomaolobomaoover 17 years ago
•) crunch berry for breakfast.

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

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
Ontological musings

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.

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