Not that Descartes waxed wrong,
but being and thinking
The first, a matter entirely not up to itself
The second,
Impossible without about.

One cannot think oneself into existence,
But one can think oneself out.

If I think about you,
I am human.

If I love you,
I am a slave
to thought.

And the red balloon
launched into flight
Just before dawn
raised her golden head
and sleep changed
thought to dreams.

Ah, to dream.
There’s that nasty


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