Song of Myself
I am beginning to weave my life
keep track of my themes and dreams
and work on myself inside
and win a soldier’s ribbon
which I’ll wear proudly when
I’ve won some battle
against myself
Keep track of my responses and motives,
and my occasional need for guidance
build that altar of strength with symbols of my wise alter-egos…
And decide upon the Cult
to which I would like to belong,
the cult I would invent in an ideal world
and become its member