Out
of the darkness comes fear, the evil, the cold and the cruel. Eyes stare hard
in the remembrance of sight but no light is at hand to see. A presence is
sensed and quickly I turn to face the direction of my fear, but I am an entity
without members, no limbs, no arms and no legs.
I
exist for I am thinking and remembrance of tutor Descartes. What manor of being
here am I. What mind, in what body do I think. No windows no doors, am I up, am
I down, I dream a horrible dream, a dream whose end I beseech.
Be
done with me, now you let me go, you dastardly cognition, you horrible clutch,
you dark and fearful dream of the evil, the cold and the cruel. Stare hard, can
you see, can you see stare hard, but no light is there, no light to see. There
is no light for me.
Again
I feel a sense of fear, and turn with no limbs to see. Who is there, who is
there, I think to yell but no mouth portends to speak. What am I, who am I,
where am I, I think that I think to think.
Weeping ensues,
or the remembrance of such, I would if I could have eyes. I thrash and I fight
in thoughts I take flight or remembrance of such an act.
What am I, who am I, where am I,
I dream that I think that I think to think.
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