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Fooling Around with My Existence

Prompt: “When you’re awake, you know you’re awake. But when you aren’t, you don’t know you aren’t. The question is, how do you know you exist?” -- by Maria Popova in Brain Pickings—
--Write whatever you wish about this, through any form, style, genre, fiction, non-fiction or poetry.--

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I am—
whether aware, asleep, or awake
although no one may care.
My woes, my joys, my loves
are outlandish, together with my belief in
cogito ergo sum, (what a dish!)
but these are all proofs that I exist
until I am poof…no more,
and after that, what about my gist?
Who knows?
But you who are here in this site
will know of my jaunts
for I will still haunt WdC,
in any of my forms, and how.
---Do I scare you now?