The Ideal Self

A Poem

Photo by Sead Dedić on Unsplash

You and your myth,
something unfounded
and more real than reality.
The exclamation of condensed matter,
like a planet in formation.
You and I are the same —
the specter bears your own eyes,
he has not slept in years,
and is tirelessly attempting to
bring himself up to the surface —
Where the sea running down his brow
will affirm his existence.