SOLIPSISM AT SUNRISE

Photograph by Jean Schugart-Schild

I am here sitting alone at a kitchen table,
Prone to stay sipping, gulping down the invisible 
Caffeinated seconds near a scented cranberry scone. 


It almost feels like I am a glutton
Of worthwhile-ness, inhaling these moments 
All by myself; The only existent thing - 


Reposed as life hollows out my space 
To the beneath that always percolates 
In the known: We Die; Unknown: Where do we go?


But why steam off into someone else's Self 
When I can think away for a few more silent ticks
Of my internal clock... Being in attendance 
Between my original coming and final going.

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