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When Am I…?

I look outside this layer of glass, And find what I can see. I regard waves of light in their infinite mass, And in them I see me   Me? I ask. Who is this person? He is a creature like the rest; he consumes space and time. How is his condition? Is it bad, will it worsen? I think now and again; he must hear familiar bells chime.   If I can hear such bells, then I know I have air. It makes its way to my cerebrum, creating…

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