What is the I when I write I believe,
how does the phrase, cogito ergo sum
argue the fact I exist as a proof,
this I exists but within each moment,
if I blink my eyes for a second, light
stops informing each retina, signals
to the brain cease, the phenomenal world
has exactly one small second to breathe,
exhale, the residue evaporates.
I appear to myself in the mirror,
when I take a photo of my image,
how it no longer appears in reverse,
evidently, this is how we make sense,
nothing is as it appears to the mind.
I am not as I appear to myself,
writing takes a certain effort to see
right between the eyes, to shoot a photon,
in a flash, the image thus develops,
to write in terms of imagery, it takes
eagle eyes to scout out hidden prey, lunch.
I was small once, on a swing in a park,
believe me when I say I trust in light,
eagle flew down to lift me up, take me
lightly away, to have me for dinner,
in an instant, my mother shined a torch,
ever since then I learned Kenyans use words
very differently than Americans,
even this flashlight was a torch to her...
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