Narcissism of the meek
The light is clear like an avocado this morning
I am alone with myself
It seems we are all cheated
Of some marvellous experience
But I can accept anything about life
Even my own mysteriousness
Partly because the orange tulips will rise
Partly because I like secrecy
O god it’s wonderful to be out of bed
Before eight, I am the least difficult of men
All I want is a boundless love
Today, I shall find it, as April turns to May
There’s something so spiritual
About being happy, you can’t miss it
Because it doesn’t last
If pain produces logic, I will remain
The most illogical of creatures
I will stay the dumbest of men.
Wuji Seshat 