The Ego Rises

by Samuel Derrick Rosen

I submit to you,

your sentience
that circulates
thru a nothing more than I,
than all the moons
surrendering down their grace,
than sun-bright gospels
assembling deep below
this mountain
of solipsistic snow,

where oxygen is lost
as distance buries distance
and silent mirrors
require no repentance,
pursue a universe,
ignorant peninsulas,
and deathless radios.
A memory mysterious
shedding mystery,
those that came before,
not properly equipped.

A theory of the mind,
my fellow climbers say,
trundling past me in
a passionate descent
to something high above them,
a rapturous lament?

O grand muliebrous mountain,
accede, to me.