I am here, and I am not here.
I exist in this familiar human form,
but what am I?
According to the current theories,
I am mostly empty space.
I am quivering strings of energy.
I am the sum of countless strands
of potential converted into existence.
But how does that explain
this awareness I have
of my own hands,
this taste of saliva in my mouth?
How does this vibrating horde
cavort into me?
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Cheshire the Halloween Cat
Why’d you climb that tree
Wild like a banshee
Delirious maroon
Against a harvest moon
Your smile is enigmatic
Your fur unfurls ecstatic
But you are not an owl
No matter how you howl
So if you hiss at me
I’ll knock you off that tree
[Disposable Poem October 28, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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