I'm in a special
mode of mind.
One in which nothing
is ahead or behind.
Everything is shades
of a me that doesn't exist.
So, maybe I'm
a reflection
of all that is --
in as much as
there is an "I."
I don't know how
I slipped into this
anti-solipsist stance --
believing everything exists,
but I.
I'm a figment,
but since I can't be
a figment of my own imagination,
I'm not sure what
flavor of figment
I might be.
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