I am a space
Occupied by my own concepts
Of reality
A self contained bubble of perception
Either bursting or expanding
From pin-pricks of new awareness
Existence brings
That there are other beings
Other spheres of consciousness
Is the magic of awareness
The flame of kindred ship
Kindled and fed
By psyche
Which seeks others
With magnetic attraction
My existence needs no reason
Other than to still
Subconscious tremors of insecurity
And feelings of purposelessness
From being alone
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A homosapian female!
Occupied by my own concepts
Of reality
Really enjoyed this poem, Steve.