Sunday 17 March 2024

Lost in essence

 



Do any of you here know me?—This is not who I believe
Do I walk thus? Do I speak thus? Do I look and think - thus?
What is what am I?
My notion weakens, my discerning mars away 
Paralyzed methinks my essence.—Ha! 
Who is it that can tell me who am truly I?

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