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Consciousness

We think in our guise of mind
A form follows its function
A nature caught within the storm
A storm caught within the mind
A wave lost to its disparate parts

What if? As some would say
That our function comes to find
Its way within our form…

A lost thought learning to fly
A last look at our end
Becomes the first look of our beginning
A synergistic whole
To which is born a need to be free

A mind looking to be
More than it could ever think to see

Life; the beginning of me

-Lewis Campbell-

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