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"
