Oh how I thrive
In depression
Repression
In stressing each second
I feign this pretension
Anxiety, angst-driven
Dreading the selfless
Reflection
Is merely delusion
Of past intervention
Divine of some being-
Perhaps, beyond seeing
The infinite universe
Into it freeing
The essence of meaning
When all of it ceases
Materializing
Into the time creases
And all realizing
Ideally reprises
Its role as the sole
Individual guises
Unmaking me whole
Again,
Then, I describe it