Ode to Myself

Ignorance isn't bliss.

Stuck between abyss

and a deep state.

But not of the world,

by the world, and

for the world.

Mind moves.

Waves sea.

The way I see,

it's all about myself.

Long division

is another name

for memory.

World war three.

Meet the new math.

Same as the old math.

And love isn't otherworldly.

Love is out of this world.

Like

myself.

Begin at the beginning.

To be.

First infinitive.

Conceptual foundation

for the dreaming.

I am and never is.

Such is self-awareness.

First self.

Best self.

Myself.

Pure awareness

being

self-aware.

This takes

a universe of space

and an evolution of time.

But what the hell.

I've got nowhere

special to be,

myself.