I am becoming ... for Clark's workshop exercise

 

I am becoming

a little solipsism goes a long way

for Clark’s exercise

 

 

I am becoming

… most

(though perhaps it is immodest to say)

 

…

invisible, indivisible, impervious, omnipresent

omnipotent (within strict bounds)

risible, irresistible… and so on…

 

of course I am kidding myself

kidding you along

 

tragically, every day less in a sense

 

every day in every way, I’m

½ the what I was, 1/4, any advance on that?

 

out here on the spiral arm

little blue dot in the storm

on spec

 

place is completely surrounded

with all of the rest of the universe

(why stop at one?)

 

would you believe a poodle and a popgun?

 

I am becoming compost, ash, brittle

 

it’s thought by thought

 

closer to extinction

you too, I suspect

 

though some say there’s a wheel you don’t get off so easy

and some were born to cling

 

tug this loose thread, won’t you

 

I’m convinced that there’s a use-by for

 

every blade of grass

the tree to point stars

the stars themselves

 

though in another cosmos

time runs the other way

everyone’s immortal

no one gives death a second thought

(that would be unbecoming)

 

you see how still the mind runs on

I take the pills prescribed

there’s hope!

 

I may finally get over myself

when I am nothing at all