Celina Chiodo - I

I look around in envy
At the people who so easy
Watch the dancing fire show.
Snap! and Crackle! Pop!
Blue and gold and red.
Red! Red! Red!
I stare and stare and stare.
Oohs and ahhs from everyone,
But I see nothing there.
Aglaze my eyes with film of thought.
I think, I think, I think.
But how to qualify: I am?
I might as well just be
A brain inside the vat.
The fireworks a work of firing synapse.
My thoughts to cloud my view
Of my own thoughts. A war.
An annihilation of itself.
How masochistic is the sky
I've conjured up in my own eye.
What's an eye? Aye, I
Created my own window.
I even created the sky.
I even created the seventh day
In which my God does rest.
But I made him up as well-
Blasphemy! Oh, go to hell.
Et tu, Brute? Oh no, just me.
Even Caesar. Even Shakespeare;
I marvel at my clever ear.
But marvel soon does fade to jade.
Green and jaded, I see the sky;
In light of dancing fire,
Alone, am: I.

Celina Chiodo

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