“ergo sum”
by Brian Varchmin
“ergo sum”
inner beam
is that all it is
central stream
static and fizz
and endless
expansion
super maxed
exponentially
increasing math
and nothing more
anywhere
than emissions from
the living lair
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It’s a poem that feels like someone quietly trying to understand what’s really happening inside their own head. There’s something almost fragile in the way it reduces the self to light, noise, and movement, as if consciousness were just a pulse running through a body. But instead of making that idea cold, the poem gives it a strange warmth. The “inner beam” and “central stream” feel less like machinery and more like a heartbeat seen from the inside. It leaves you with this odd mix of wonder and unease, the sense that maybe we’re made of nothing more than energy and yet that energy is somehow enough. It’s the kind of piece that lingers a bit after you read it, like a quiet thought you can’t quite shake.