Gorvachove, Keonjhar, 26 August 2024
write, he said from inside my mind
solus ipse, the sediment of the universe
within; i wonder how i came to be
and i then chose to resign into this
loneliness, closed, and i choose to cease
all cessations, as i could not reach
into other minds; write, he said on the wall
there are gods who make gods who make
more gods like parallel mirror create images
and stare at the more faded ones, until all do
become the voice of evanescence.
you may note, i avoid the capitalised ego
in first person; i am alone, the only one
i see, hear; none speak to me with their mind
what is inside; secret islands walk, hold my hand
sometimes; a ghost created by me weeps inside
he said write; the erudite image shall find poems
and rhyme and monotony and ecstasy and i
the solipsist shall plead to myself for a release
from this prism that reflects me a million times.
