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Just a tad more than nothing
I think I am.
I think, therefore I am.
I think I can.
I think I can, without thinking.
I can't empty my mind.
Why would it ever be vacuum within -
floating, mindless, selfless, ego-less, endless?
But I want to be simply blameless,
as myself, unaware of itself.
Freed from judgment's reach.
Impartial, free and imprudent.
A trace just barely aware,
of what's there, that's all!
A tiny stem-cell explant, a kernel extract.
A little less certain.
Just a tad more than nothing.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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