The Solipsist in the Crack in the Wall

I don’t live in that world.
The world where everybody is famous
In their own world.

I look at the pictures in the book
For my face
For a glimpse of myself
In the café
On the street
Looking back at the camera
But I’m not there.

Why do I waste my energy looking
For such an absurd image
When I have my own absurdities
To contemplate?

The admission
That the sentence has no ending
Until it is complete
And I leave it behind.

The recognition
That my world ends
Almost before it begins
Every time.

The disturbing understanding
That no one else knows what I know
And that it hardly matters
Even to me.

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Good poem x

thanks, Camus. I tried it out at the reading Jessica Loos and I did tonight, and it actually turned out to be listenable.

Always good to see you around,

amo et avanti,

Peter

Peter, you could write a book about this poem; one of your best in my opinion.


Les

Now, Les, you know my preference is to write the poem about my topic instead of the book about it.

Thanks for visiting, as usual,

amo et avanti,

Peter