Artifacts of my intelligence
Artifacts of my imagination
Artifacts of my existence,
like a poem or a painting
Artifacts of my consciousness
Artifacts of my memory
Artifacts of my mind,
like a signature or a sentence
leftover creations,
manipulated playthings,
static reminders
of a fluid mind
-- they can't be me --
I just leave behind things
which illuminate a tiny fraction
of my complexity,
that might give you that clue
you've been looking for for so long
that shows you are not alone
-- someone, some other mind,
is out there,
thinking,
doing,
creating.
-Jim DuBois
March 29, 2009
1 comment:
That sums it up nicely.
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