Perceptions Poem by Christine A Kysely

Perceptions rule...they rule my mind
Just as well calibrated timepiece gears
Precisely manage
Internal clockwork times.

If what I am
is what I see...
And if what I see
is what I am...
And if what I think
is what I see...
And if what I see
is what I think...

Then is everything that I ever perceive...
Really inside me...
Just a part of me? ? ?

And so why is it then...
that when I really try to understand
to figure out who I am...

Why is it so hard
to figure out what I think
and what do I think
about which that I see

And what are the really
critical things
that are the important parts of me...

I can see my two hands freely move....
I can feel the moments ticking by...
and the movements that I see...
move the years past by and by.

I can see that my perceptions
clearly are all self contained...
Contained within the clockwork
the clockwork that is me.

And just like a timepiece
whose face reveals the time...
I am the basis of my perception...
and the perceptions are all mine.

(November 15, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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