This is something I made up
I'd reply "don't remind me"
This is the remainder of a ghost 
that's creeping up behind me
Following like a notion that I'd mind 
if only it had meaning
Visceral, and I'd conclude a dream 
It's highly likely

Is this my reflection staring back
from the abyss? 
Who will be the first of us to blink 
in this staring contest?
Am I so transparent that I don't exist 
while somehow dilated?
Can it be? Does it grow? Are we real if no one ever knows us? 
Can it be? Does it grow? Are we real if no one ever knows us? 

"Let the mouse run over the stone. Count only its every step. Only forget the word every, only forget the word step. Then each step will seem a new movement. Then, since you rightfully will have lost your ability to perceive a series of movements as something whole, which you had wrongly called step (you were confusing movement and time with space, you erred in superimposing them one over the other), movement as you see it will begin to break apart, it will arrive almost at zero. The shimmering will begin. The mouse will start to shimmer. Look around you: the world is shimmering (like a mouse)."
-Alexander Vvedensky

Ouch

Frustrated Being Infinite.