The frenetic chaos of presence
Waking from dreaming life
Reality subject to resonance
I am only apparent in so far as the light reflects me
No solid state in the dark
Where is it that I go when no one is looking
Do I, in fact, have a face
Or is my form, this form, reflected here before you only that which you are most equipped to see
A constitution of memories and assumptions assembled by dancing light
In the stillness of an empty room
Light absent
Am I myself only dark
Existence in equivalence to thought

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