What allows us to sit and think of who we truly are,
or what our eyes really see when we look upon a star?
Is this sleepless night of what we are coming to an end,
or did we in a past time even know where to begin?
Author notes
Written 9-11-2009, 2:11am, no particular affiliation with the historic event but maybe it sparked some of the inspiration for this poem, as suggested in the poem: we may never know.
Thank you to Dr. Myra Seaman for making the class "Honors 391: The Future Perfect Human" such an interesting and though provoking experience.
Please tell me what you think
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Perception and time... we are in a place but we are perhaps not of it. What is inside that questions, that truly sees the center of things instead of just taking them for what they apper to be on the outside?
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