Self as consciousness
is access to the edit room.
It makes real life
into a potential movie site.
Themes born from expectations
become priorities.
Creation is reduced
to image management.
Social media only adds
a flavoring for subplots.
I was myself
and I grew to be a brand.
I am now a prisoner
of popularity’s role,
in that I savor what you favor.
I have become a puppeteer
of self-guesstimation.
Yes, guess-estimate-shun!
Can we keep it to a roar
and not a full blown rodeo?
Can we keep it to a hum
and not a roller coaster roar?
Can we have self as consciousness
and not be lost within it?
Hey, we are just another species
with a tale.
Yes, we tell
while they employ theirs.
Prehensile, us?
Well, only with our tongues . . .
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