I am a witness
for a self-aware world,
a world that's not just
chunks of matter,
but an organism that dances
matter into
an entity that can know.
It can know truth
and fiction
and the truth of fiction
and the fiction of truth.
It turns order into disorder,
but with knowledge salad
on the side.
I'm a compartmentalized agent
of a super-organism that is
beyond my capacity
to understand
or speculate the purpose of.
I am a lonely witness.
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the !n(tro)verted yogi 
You are observer of your own world, you put it very rightly.
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I thought you expressed your thought about being a lonely witness very well. i enjoyed reading this poem.
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Thanks
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Knowledge salad on the side …. Nice 😃
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