There is only one person
Who knows reality

And that
I am entirely certain
Is me.

supposition:
derivative external beings
characterized by the tension of being selfless
that is,
people who mainly give
they don't ask for much
they don't often take.

THAT IS,
those who sit opposite the narcissists
those who are tight to ego-lessness

What these words might put them through

strung along on the same series
INCLUDED in the same TOTALITY

they never pride themselves on their egoless state

this poem is meant to drive them insane

I was also a baby who died

Included in my last breath was an innocent child
The last breath of everything, yes
We are all narcissists

And the narcissist who is suffering because of a selfish state
Is more humble than you are
When you feel good about being selfless.

Hello little fetus
There's a soundproof wall between us

But I wish I could tell you
What an insane world
You're part of

We're so obsessed with ideas
Like saying it's worth it
But I wish I could tell you
How truly crazy your birth is.

Just by natural forces--
And you'll learn where the source is--
They will tell you you've wronged them
No, you can't just enjoy this

Oh, there's no one to save you
But so many will blame you
While you understand all this
Is folded up there
In your little shape,
Waiting to be born.

Right, it gets pretty good
But it's still not what you wanted
And you're alone
Forced to compromise
Oh, you're always such a whiner.

It gets pretty good, trust me
You will learn to love your work
But I don't want this bittersweet
Reality you gave me

I am forced, by fear, to love you
And I'm the only one here dreaming.

And you got me so excited
As a kid, I felt invited

But you knew where it would get us
In this predetermined future
And you kept it from the child
Knowing he'd be disappointed

I trust that it gets better
But it's still not what I wanted
Wasted 20's
Broken dreams
And the forces stir up demons

Who will never understand
How they're just properties emergent
And life is bleak
And God is lame, capable of all things

Throw two stones into still water
And watch the ripples sing:
Where two waves meet
They grow higher

And the valleys deepening.

But when a valley finds a wave,
The surface stays the same
Just like we started
Stagnant water
That did not know how to sing

The shattered moon
This wake of light
Has crashed upon the Earth's rough skin

The trial of the sun
It has no judge
No heavy eyes

The shattered moon
The broken arms
Of good intention, love and charm

As broken angels
With ingrown horns
Go back and forth in broken light

It isn't done,
But when it is
You will be the precipice
My precious light
Will you decide
To leave yourself and be a guide?

For all
The glory
I've known

And for all
The glory
I'll know?

For all that glory
I'll go
And I will die
I'll make it right
I'll be the moon
I'll be the moon

Farewell to progress,
Your vestiges remain intact.
I'll lend my ***** visage to finality,
The gods of fate and chance.