i speak with people
who aren’t there
this is not so unusual
i hold conversations with myself
which is more puzzling
since i don’t know who is listening
must be someone
i often think it is me
but then
who is talking?
someone is listening
i can say, go make coffee
and the one listening may go and make coffee
or forget
ruminating on some hidden thing
leaving the one talking to wonder
why am i now in the kitchen?
which one is me?
are they both?
if so there is a problem
who decides?
maybe there exists a decider too
this is becoming a multi-variate question
who is in control?
the one who goes on and on and won’t shut up?
the one who listens and only acts, never speaks?
the one who decides where and how to act?
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analyzing one’s consciousness
is like hovering over the event horizon
or sailing through the gates of desire and fear
what unseen country awaits?
all of me knows one thing
that journey
once taken
there is no going back
The Ace Hotel Notebook 