I know that I am.
I don't know what I am—
lacking more:
change or consistency,
too polite for polite society.
Through tension,
the system survives;
in stasis,
the system dies.
Dependent on imagination,
independent of reality—
the infinite,
the end.
I know that I am.
I don't know what I am—
lacking more:
change or consistency,
too polite for polite society.
Through tension,
the system survives;
in stasis,
the system dies.
Dependent on imagination,
independent of reality—
the infinite,
the end.
