IN THE SUPPOSITION OF MYSELF
In the supposition of myself scaled on twin levels,
One is the in -authenticity of my ego where I am
The master of shuffling the deck and desired outcome;
The other, is my true self that opines nothing and
Merely knows the singularity of true being of a
Shadowless man and not one of a pictured devil.
Now, in this natural parallel, true self drags the beast
In the locks of time and factories of cadaver making
And where everything is made from perilous thinking.
Man is the cadaver master for his spirit has donned
These raiments of flesh from immemorial times,
But in the supposition of our selves and taking the
Puppet to be real, we are as all hollow men, weeping
For the white apparel of spirit’s true clothing donned
Fail to see that all supposition is but a made up story.
Sai Grafio