In Passing
I just think
I think a lot
I think myself away to countries like ideas
In a world that's only
Real to me -
I think you into it
Moving with the speed of
Consciousness.
I just think
I need not dream
To imagine places disintegrating
To see thoughts drift away
As I float in techni-colour seconds
Counting the minutes blossoming
With the hours of memory
Conquering days of passing.
I just think
I am nothing
But motions appearing
Like forgotten shapes
A materialized thought
That became an entitty
The very dream of
Humanity.
Gabrielle Rul, En passant, 2020