distant dreams repeat themselves
right behind my conscious thoughts
but all I feel is fleeing stealth
masking every thought up core
so all I have is an idea
of how to wander between shifts
knowing by not being here
or anywhere without a drift
I am alive - at least: am I?
all is floating through my mind
I see an image, that's a lie
but what is hiding there behind
my ideas and mental fakes
the answer is not mine to know
the question is not mine to ask
construction is part of the show
confusion is part of the show
so I repeat schematic dreams
(repeating weird schismatic dreams)
that were schematized by no
one else that I appear to seem
instancies instead of rules
abstractable by asking minds
after all I'm always fooled
by knowing what I seemed to find
but feeling free since I can make
sense out of dubious words and facts
enjoying every working fake
makes me a living mind that acts
in a world that's far beyond
the ways I can explore by thoughts
but all is blurred since it responds
to what's created in mind first
so integration lames my view
adapting to what I can think
changing within the things I do
framing self-referential links
so integration frames my mind
adapting to what I can think
living within the things I find
born by precursively ringed
ways of experiential links
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
distant dreams repeat themselves
right behind my conscious thoughts
but all I feel is fleeing stealth
masking every thought up core
so all I have is an idea
of how to wander between shifts
knowing by not being here
or anywhere without a drift
I am alive - at least: am I?
all is floating through my mind
I see an image, that's a lie
but what is hiding there behind
my ideas and mental fakes
the answer is not mine to know
the question is not mine to ask
construction is part of the show
confusion is part of the show
so I repeat schematic dreams
(repeating weird schismatic dreams)
that were schematized by no
one else that I appear to seem
instancies instead of rules
abstractable by asking minds
after all I'm always fooled
by knowing what I seemed to find
but feeling free since I can make
sense out of dubious words and facts
enjoying every working fake
makes me a living mind that acts
in a world that's far beyond
the ways I can explore by thoughts
but all is blurred since it responds
to what's created in mind first
so integration lames my view
adapting to what I can think
changing within the things I do
framing self-referential links
so integration frames my mind
adapting to what I can think
living within the things I find
born by precursively ringed
ways of experiential links
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