Residual “I”

Left to the measure of time,
Solipsistic minds.
Mean time.
Countless selves
cease to exist.

Yet, there remains the “I”

The “I” there is not me.
Amen, so be it.

Aight, I’ve gone a bit overboard on this one.

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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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