so you think that you exist?
as a deluded dreamer would
that you're real and will persist
as if you truly could
your culture tells you you're a person
discrete and definite
your proof is an aversion
though popularly evident
you have a personal experience
and from it take assurance
as if bare sensation
attested your occurrence
everybody looks
out from behind their eyes
none of us more special
because we are life-size
we are together woven
no one exists discretely
we're made in shared devotion
and fit together neatly
let go the dream that you're alone
with bounds real and distinct
embrace your peers with care that's shown
and love that's interlinked