The Conscious Mind
T Tom Billsborough
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You are the now, I your past event,
Disguised as consciousness,
The living model of your intent.
My senses swarm like bees,
Perpetually in motion,
Collecting nectar with mechanical ease,
Whilst you create the honey,
Which, as an afterthought,
I am allowed to see.
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