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forbes.34@osu.edu 

Mastermind Illusion

Let's not frolic in philosophy-
"I think, therefore, I am,"
the sewer that sucks
Us in. Our hearts can beat
without "where did We come
from"'s and "where are We going"'s.

to hell with socrates
and speculations. this is
Our flowing blood and thumping
hearts. We don't need
plato. We don't need 
carl sagan. We don't need
q & a. the tags on Our chains
read "Me", like the earth
belongs to itself. to spin
on Our toes
and revolve
a r o u n d
Ourselves...

a speck of dust's dream
made Ours. the sun banished
its bed because We
wanted it to- because We
kidnapped reality and held
it captive inside its quaking
shadow of what We
might become today.

onetwothreefour brick walls
contain My loftly towering
lego-stacked world. blue,
red, or yellow- I can
attach
and 
detach
every part.

Let's march down
the street and We
can suck the air
into Our nostrils
then spit it out
through Our mouths,
and then We will know
the sphere is dirt, windy,
and wet because
We
allow it to be.

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