Your dreams in my stream
My dreams are yours
The difference is the distance
Between baryons in virtual space

What is in me – that depends
On who and what you are
I’m looking at the sun but
Within my skull it is totally dark
That’s not where my vision is

The world is a model I’m making
Constructed somewhere in wetware
Connected by atoms of association
Molecules of mind
Meaning happens

It’s what I’m always doing
In pulses waves vibrations
This info is networked
It calls itself me

META 4 – Tullio DeSantis – 2015

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