Consciousness
by Barbara Hilal
I am not conscious of being conscious
I can only be conscious of what I am conscious of
(like a flashlight in the dark pointing at a selected thing).
I only know I am when I am self-conscious.
Where is consciousness when I am asleep?
Consciousness is outside, too
volume 9(6)
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