I have partitioned my mind
Divided it neatly into rooms
Shoveled words into a cupboard
Along with all the brooms
I have been living in a dream
Where I believed my splashes of paint
Were unique and differentiated me
From what was just quaint
The music I heard in my ear
The way words ebbed and flowed
Made me believe that somehow
My life had a sense of its own
I know now that was a mistake
That matter despite the travails of poets
Churns in its own deliberative way
Towards impermanency