Depending on my viewpoint
Where all my fragments aim to be
Temporarily a state of mine
That for the moment I call me
In my mass of matters forming
Vibrating day and night
I conduct myself a symphony
In my orchestra of light
If I focus on each moment set
For this while I will agree
That circumstantial evidence
Cannot prove the whole of me
Right now I’m certain I exist
But how I got here bugs me most
In good faith accepting who I am
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