The ghostly gnats that drift in the slant sun
Like electrons in silicon, these are
My assistants, to help me understand
The world is much larger than what I am
And what I am's more vast than anything
I can even conceive, unless I believe
There's no I -- just the multi where they fly
Their mandalas of the hivemind vying,
Each pulse a bristled reaction, a move
Away to where it's free, temporarily --
Energy bunches and releases like that,
In every thought the universe makes real
Though we're lucky to see even that.
More likely, it's only sovereignty
For as far as the little I can see,
A going to war to be who we are.
