Imagination
You are a figment in time,
a spot of light in my vision.
I observe your thoughts in mine,
a carefully calculated division.
Your consciousness an experiment,
time only applies in this sense.
Mind matches reality to significance.
Reality is in your mind, your essence.
When your time is done you fade,
another consciousness thread completed.
Parallel processing continues,
free will left unabated.
We are from the same tree,
consciousness our DNA.
We are calculated probabilities,
physical world the laboratory.
Where do you draw the line,
in your own subjective causality?
Full comprehension is improbable,
at least in this reality.
