Final Delusion

Within this draped cage

The rose and the tear

Are cushioned in a five-year

Forgotten remembrance

Of former phases and phrases

Of selves I have shelved

Into placards

Of coexistence

That are carefully withdrawn

And returned into place

Every time I respond

To each nuance

Attached to my name.

I grin through

This maze of

Self-knowledge

Where illusions prevent

Access and where I

Wander always to the

Point of beginning

And think it to be

The final delusion.