So . . .
- Yeah.
It’s been a while since I, uh, lol.
Or at the very least, expressed myself.
Which if your mind is wondering
Or wandering like mine often does,
Is unlike how my groomer expresses my pups.
Or maybe,
EXACTLY like that!
Ha! Yeah. Just. Like. That.

Okay.
So, let’s get on with this stream of near unconsciousness.

One.
I miss my creative friends.

Two.
I am so sad they’ve gone
To a higher sphere.
To their special place in heaven and bloody Hell.
Or at the very least, the ether of immense nothingness
Which is everthingness to us delusional mortals.

Three.
And please don’t tell. But,
Sometimes I wish I could join them.

-- And then I remember.
While in this Earthly space,
I. Am. Aware.
I experience.
I taste.
I think. Therefore, I cliché I am.
And I fear if I do not think,
Or if I never thought,
(Heaven forbid)
A thought before
Or again,
This, my experience
Of experience
Will I not -- I am
Be I?

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