To Myself

To who else but myself
Have I been writing
My whole life
Entertaining
Myself alone

Who’s here
Right now
Who was here
Yesterday
A year ago
Ten years ago
Who, twenty years ago
Was writing to whom

What’s time
What’s me
Writing
Thinking
A question
A lie
Absolute truth

Who’s who
Evolved apes
Fallen angels
Creating
Strings of words
One after another

Is that not time —
Thing after thing
Where would time drift
If nothing was
Where would I be
Unseen
If all vanished

Who lives
Who dies
Who fades
What’s another —
A body
An image
In my mind
What’s my mind —
Here
Or there
Where all unfolds

Is there anyone else
But me
No one confirms
Another exists
The one
Stands alone

Sounds of others
Rise in me
Are they here
Or there
Where’s here
What’s news
Something happened
But where

Gibberish
Words from within
Appearing there
Coming from here
How can I know

Who am I talking to
A memory
An image in me
That body —
Underground
Somewhere else
Am I speaking to her
Or to me

Do these people
Dwell in me
Why must they
Do I live in them
Where do we live

A garden
Where we bloom —
The sky
The universe
Where’s there
Where’s here

Imagined audience
I write to them
Editing
Cleaning
Smiles and propriety
To myself —
No bullshit

Whose words fill
Those books
Me
Or the dead
My name
A virus
Leaving you hollow
Full of nothing

What’s there to say
Not much
To whom
A coffin —
Does it know

Is this my deathbed
Everyone walking
In their graves
Rising
Falling back
This world
A graveyard
Of zombies

Who owns more
Than me
Stars and oceans
I craft in a stroke
With another
I erase
Galaxies
The universe entire

Who stands greater
Is death above
I devour it
As it devours me
Leaving neither
Life nor death
Earth nor skies

That’s source
Unmanifested
Neither me
Nor those
Neither birth
Nor death