Vortigeese
What other minds reside inside my own?
Whose thoughts navigate my thought's direction?
What collaborates the introspection
That I perceive as mine and mine alone?
How many inspirations have been shown
To me and made me like a reflection
Mirroring the past with some dissection
Under the craft that I study to clone?
I realize that these are not my eyes,
But a borrowed pair of another's use—
Bestowed upon me for but a moment.
I look forward, learned on the past's surprise
And the future's angle: wide and obtuse.
Somewhere there, I find what could seem present.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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