A Blue Dawn
If consciousness is emergent,
where is it emerging from
The dualists say… the naturalists say…
but answers just won’t come
As the blue hour seeds the dawn,
before the new arriving sun
One question hard, the self must ask
—how consciousness becomes
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
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