So here we are, trapped
As any neuron,
No direct access
To the outside world,
One more boring chance
To assign meaning
To what happens when
We commit our acts
And something reacts.
We’re all inside out.
We see what we are
And not what there is,
Thinking what we see
Of what there is will
Tell us what we are.
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