Soli Ipsum Veritas Est

He dreams his world while wide awake Disassociated from his senses He Rebukes the five mendacities Aloof and eyeless in his decadence and truth He becomes the Most High Allfather solipsist Carrier of all that is Another Atlas who would bear his subjective burden of the world Autonomously martyred in An innocent egomania He holds out his hand before face He drags hard on his cigarette He drinks deep on his wine He revels in the gifts and curses bestowed upon him by his nerves and sensibilities Finding Nothing And structured world falls to weakest dust Before the one and only mind. For there is only mind.