04. Exist - Poem by Eugene Issaus
Wake up in a cool morning, when
the mind and the heart slip in quietly
finding their place and settling there
Amazingly, they mobilize my limbs
Trotting down the street
kicking the fresh early wind
The world shifts behind me
the people moving like particles
Coming across faces in the campus
just a stream of fellow homo sapiens
How come am I speaking to them?
How come are they responding to me?
i is an imaginary number
i do not exist.
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