Aesthetic Qualia:

That blend of sentience we seek
Is that beheld upon the thresh
Of wide awake, and dreams that speak
Their chaos into neuronic mesh.
And there within that motive snare
We seize a newfound bolt of thought
As if condensed from dewy air
Which by some unseen muse was brought.
But of course the muse is that within
Each and every melee moment
Of cortex linch and cerebral pin
For that fleeting verse bestowment,
Which we may call a conscious act
From matter matter of fact.  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published | Edited 20th Apr 2023
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