Exposing my personality like a mirror reflecting  
emotions in the vivid imagery of thought through a    
kaleidoscope, becoming my "self"    
  
expressed by the anatomy of my soul surviving    
the pendulum of longevity with a pen of the known    
and unknown and the concept of "self"    
  
as a guest upon the shore of my identity to be alone    
in my desserts without wings to fly, but I dream of    
nature and amnesiac insomnia listening to "self"      
  
content to be my mother's son in patterns of design    
to be the best of me without explanation or fanfare    
of what yet is to become, "self and coffee diem"