I picked up my pen a few evenings ago, planning to take a few notes for upcoming posts. The following poem spilled onto the page, instead:
Embryonic Cognition
And so the twists tighten
Embracing us in the grip
Of convergence
Spinning helplessly
Towards emergence
A burgeoning mind
Of the societal body
Do we think?
Do we know?
Or do we cry out
Like helpless children
Echoing a lonely fear
A collective infant voice
Rising from the clamor
"Am I the only one?"
But does the mother listen?
KLF (9/11/2006)
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Great little poem. Concise and to the point. If there is a point.? The deep questions and all that. Cool stuff.
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