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Often do I ponder on the idea of reality and the question of existence.
Are we simply figments and is reality only a perception known by its owner?

Submitted: September 01, 2013

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Submitted: September 01, 2013





Dakota Anderson


I am perception, a reflection of a vibration.

A thought, one that became of me and was begotten in you.

Constantly receiving but only occasionally observing.

 Aware or not I exist only because I think that I do, that you do.

I am, at least in thought I am, that you are and we are.

What need is there for beginning when there is ending, then I am not or at least I think I will not.

What will have existed when i perceive not, have not and be not?

Did I? Had I? Have I ever been?

Are you a figment perceived by me or am I merely an idea thought by you?


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