Eye Of The Eye
A curtain call for the observer,
A stage made from spruce wood,
silence echoes, speak no evil.
It’s showtime.
What is this
What is this place?
An infinite chamber,
Controlled chaos,
No longer bounded by constraints,
mine, and mine alone.
This feels weird
There are universes beyond my own.
How is this possible?
What are they thinking,
Tell me your secret.
This feels wrong.
Pure consciousness, it’s too much.
There’s so much to conjure,
Raging thoughts, decaying inward spirals
Center stage, vulnerable in the spotlight.
Why do you torment me
I think, therefore I am.
I am extraordinary.
I am not just the greatest mind in the universe,
I am all of them.
If you are all of them,
then so am I.
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